I see wars, horrid wars, the Tiber foaming
with much blood.
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Oh sweet Abaddon
doomsayer, slayer of the Devil
and seer of the storm
be the speaker of perdition and desolation
on your throne of dust and rats
Vindicate the dead, spread their skin
and rusty bones across scarred soil
O screams of turmoil and disaster
Be bleak and unforgiving
but do not condemn the saintly
to a paradise of fire
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Very deep and moving.
Thanks for entering.
Bell
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