Kartson Hymn One

Aflux upon the skies, shimmereth not of will, For such stance of protest doth be everyhung And the stupefied mindsets of the common ill Reap polarized times and thy lightning sprung As well as to hearers all bowls of respite; To enact thee and screech, ack hence the Sword! ‘Tis to thy fateful sights of blood, such be touchy of Lords! And hence thou it beith such to shadows of light. Thereforth to sin, one shaltn’t induce love To bringeth due tablets of time, thus of clovers to doves. And hereforth, none of extraction shalt witness! For the Sight of One is gallent without forgiveness. Everyhung-universally stressed (word I invented) Hereforth-from here on (word I invented)