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Saints as dust in front of me.

Ground them, it shows their defeat;

Remaining dirt that signifies

the nothingness of prophet's lies...

With my own hand I brought their end.

The Host of white got lost tonight.

Shattered, trampled down there they lie;

All "good's" last time (now) has passed by...

Deny and slander their taken might

which could not help them as they died.

Every dust blows over the ground,

Persisting here alone.

Forever turned to nothing,

the Seraphim are gone

...gone

Lacerating the Angels.