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The angel dreamt that night the Beast,
which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts,
did run pure blood, and lusty sinners in feast
came in feast and did bathe their hands in it.
And them denying their heinous crime,
glaring at our rotten earth in dark moldy grime,
so rich in life, excellence and demise,
doesn't their decay make virtue rerise?
The Beast that shouted "love" at the heart of the world,
the fate of destruction is also the joy of rebirth.
On the fiery chariot one came towards them,
darkness and ruin falling to the touch of
the ancient brand, a fight they can't win.
Sun, light, white heat, wielding his fury he stands.
The Beast that shouted "love" at the heart of the world,
the fate of destruction is also the joy of rebirth.
The end, that is to say what necessarly comes after inception.
Will our desires be guided to destruction?
Will our hopes become our very own death?
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