Better left by fates angelic crusades
Accompany lashings with tears
The glory of gods and their jealousy
To raise the whip in divine interest
Answer inservitude water raising hair
Lavabeds crushed in mercurial bone
Grey blood of ancient dressing
Stains the skin of the
Elder ripe ripping feelers in christening
Blaspheme to lay emotional waste
And numb the fireborn in forgiveness
No god forgives honour in conquer
Requires the deluded
Wished beyond this anthem
To blaze a chapter nested deep
Patience within bleaker dimensions