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An unknown tutelary once dormant but expectant that man, at their behest, will fulfill their role as guardians

A mirror of cataclysm held in the empyrean domain, a ceaseless panoply, may you weep for your faults

Every corner of these lands are covered with pillars of guilt

Accursed parasites hell bent on burning their name into ice

Hands clasped inside cracks on fault lines, pulling ore from the pyroclastic flow as resulting saliva turns into vapour

Humanity can fill the greatest lakes with the tears of their contrition, not withstanding an eternity

Every mark can be erased, leaving fragments of detritus in its wake

In the light of the decay, born anew will begin to replicate

The remiss penitence, it's almost shameful, where the dust has barely settled from the ruination

The feigned grieving, what should I convey, at these effigies carved from your ancestors

Ecologically defunct, an ash heap formed into a face

Impediment burgeoning, a scent burns the nose of the imposed

Undone by hubris and perfidious ways

Undone by hubris and lacking in shame

The world is still turning in spite of your deeds, waiting and burning as all systems failing

Benediction, hasten your path to the great beyond

Consecration, in service to your new god

Invocation, an era of pillaging to adjourn

As you read from passages pillars of light form through the cracks and do purify, return to the fen, return to the roots, formed in the slime and here you'll conclude