In the beginning
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Rimmed with wind and storm
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A great black wrath of infinite math
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Spat snarling into form
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And there was heaven
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Lit up with precious stones
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Each one could fall but for the rule
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Of Faith and love and stronger thrones
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And therein rose vast wonders
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Affections to be seen
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Fathered from the plundered
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Reflections of a dream
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Fogging into nightmare
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For him whose place was set
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With wayward stars that absent, marred
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All creation with their theft
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In the beginning
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Bewinged and ringed with dawn
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This favoured Avatar, enthralled
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Swansongs from thosethat thronged this shore
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With Gabriel and Michael
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He shone with fierce intent
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For loyalty, their joy to see
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Him spur the hymns to heaven(sent)
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From the sculptured lips of seraphim
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Whom Fate then cruelly rent
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(Wtih sleight-fingered strains of harmony)
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Each note to grim portent
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As grinnning nimbus gathered
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Over spires arabesque
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For Him that blazed with holy praise
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That for a jealous God was meant
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Shining Feriluce
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Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits
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Basked in glory, flew
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To lakes in sacred altitudes
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Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze
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With curling tongues that lapped His lead
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As through thick mountain mist
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He wandered curse
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(with thoughts adrift)
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Until at last, past grasping trees
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He paused to draught forbidden streams
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That whispered siren promises
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To drown His thirst
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(for sports amiss)
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These waters held secrets
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Liked raped russian dolls
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Wherein evil and good
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Tore His soul for control
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And drunk with the verse of desire's first words
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The weight of the universe
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Slunk in rehearsed
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Horror in numbers too great to discern
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The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm
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And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom
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Espied gasping breath under dark-sheeted moons
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Shining Feriluce
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Reflected in a jaded mirror
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Climbing from the noose
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Of time in divine servitude
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And thus a strange new melody
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Of will and wanton fantasies
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Whetted by the veiled, seen
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Danced from His ashen lips
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In red dawn scores, the silver scream
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Of truth and Her dleted scenes
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Was taken up as far, it seemed
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As God His words eclipsed
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(Those waters hid visions
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Like butchers in war
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Perverting the course
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Of life's blood evermore....)
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In the beginning
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Skinned well with gibbous tones
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Of countenance and ignorance
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In equal measures sewn
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A marbled arc of Angels
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Sworn to the morningstar
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Shared His pride and deep inside
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Felt chill shadows sweep their cards
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The Promise Of Fever
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Cradle Of Filth |