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I remember her face, hard eyes glaring from swollen sockets.

I remember when she took my hand and led me out of the darkness.

Come death

Come Hell

Come Lucifer

Guide my hand

Come death

Come Hell

Bring your

glory light

I remember her face, blood-shot eyes glaring at a cracked holo-screen

I remember when she took my hand and told me of a prophecy that would bring Armageddon

She told me...

Seven withered petals

adorn my vanity,

a bare stalk

leans forlorn in empty glass.

Dusty shelves speak of placidity

which passed me by in my absent

wake of the dead.

A holo-image flickers to life as I pace.

All smiles and blue skies,

I guess I'll see her again soon.

I can't forget what she told me,

I wouldn't even if I could.

The pieces fit but the image doesn't make any sense,

I had my mission

I had my loyalty

A simple extraction

of one dear to me,

but on my arrival

I came to understand

circumstances beyond control:

the cult eating from her hand

Time and again we have been tested

could this be our final failure?

Dredged up from Abaddon

her face alien to me

I watched as they took her life

I killed and forfeit mine

This bitter dawn

welcomes a doomed world

You want her back?

Well fucking take her

How could I comprehend

the cosmic perspective we possess?

Labyrinthine prophecy

spells the fate of our kind

pawns in their places

benighted by their pride

I see it all now

the death of our world

Without her

my world is already dead

Nothing now will change what is done,

what is over, what will become.

In death I'll see her again soon...