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Where are the leading gods

that once stood loyal at the threshold of it all

Grand in absence

Smothered lay their vessels

All draped like molten shrines

I can taste the rot from their profound smiles

Where are the vices of men

That once shook the pedestal of meaning

That once cleansed the dreams of the rightious

Now pour your bewildered blood

On the plains of slaughtered truth

Goddamned be this fucking world

The birth of a new dawn unsung

Blackened rain thicks as tar

suffocates the moisty ground

Fields of the lifeless

From where I stretch an endless gaze

As cold as heavens' slain

As cold as heavens' slain

The death of heaven is a goddess

Her hand reaches from the ghastly deep

A vision of unearthed beauty

Lurks me into endless bliss

In a whirlwind of inverted prayers

No soul is left to keep

Already dead before the wake

No god, no soul, nothing to take