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Foredoom, wise in the arid airs

The great capitulation

Haruspice and flock engulfed in wound

Ridden with shards of their crystal

Only thick, deep red were the visions

Of what sacred land, does his face bear?

Precursion, set against an ancient flag

Features that could well have turned dawn to stone

The anti christ!

Second coming of hate!

Prolific burnings as testamentary

Unbridled worship and idolatory