| Spheres, stars, the faces of cuts
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| First, last, the constellation of ire
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| Fearful dreams, they arrive on abyssal winds
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| Oh, wild beast of revelation
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| Last, first, ten horns of ire
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| Fearful dreams, they slither from crushing mass
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| «Above thee the moon’s tide may ebb and flow
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| And the cooling serpent’s scales distantly glow;
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| In glittering brilliance and majestic coils
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| Conjuring harvest constellation’s apocalyptic toils»
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| Spheres, stars, the faces of cuts
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| First, last, the coronation of ire
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| Fearful dreams, they arrive on abyssal winds
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| Oh, untamed beast of revelation
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| Last, first, unclean scales of ire
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| Fearful dreams, they slither from crushing mass
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| «Receive the wondrous messages from withered angels of the pit
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| Listen closely and the soul will tremble
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| Fifth of Swords crowned by the Dragon’s star
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| St. Michael as the comet’s most tragic fall»
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| Seven celestial beasts of god
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| Adjudicate at anointed judgment fields of hearts
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| Seven abyssal beasts of hell
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| Adjudicate at anointed judgment fields of hearts
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| «Unde manus infernorum gaudet gula cerberi»
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| Stillness falls and the furnace calls
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| Go forth and toast the slashing whip |