THE GOD WAR
The heavens shake with starry splendor-
their rages tempered not by flame,
and yet- still sees the lone defender,
their holy city stands the same.
By cosmic sword the sky was rended,
the brilliant circle cleft in twain,
and still the scarlet clouds descended,
and all the world was wet with rain.
Awful dreams alone will shake you,
the nightmares from the sleeping deep,
the whispered prophecies and breakthroughs
will never let you safely sleep.
Unholy wiles alone were mumbled,
upon that blighted earthen curl
From twisted, sleepless lips they tumbled.
Deep invocations to end the world.
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