The night sky, draped in black.
Overcome with hate, I yearn
for the end of the legacy of christ.
Clouds of war ...
are born.
Fear ...
overwhelms their thoughts.
Prophecies foretold this fate
for years unheard.
A hate that has bred
since the dawn of christ in man.
Shrouds of war ...
untorn.
Fear ...
will bring their fall.
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