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My gaze, too grand

Too exquisite to comprehend

Unworthy of my knowledge and my infinite

wisdom

You grovel in sin

Like your bastard fathers before

Unimpressed

I spit upon the gifts you bring

Suffering unto the inescapable

Cost of flesh

Needed to satisfy those who glow

magnificently

Scriptures warned

Endless miles of grief foretold

Angels guiding your path

To a realm you thought to be untrue