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If my wrath broke up tombsand swept away tresholdspushing broken old valuesinto dark pitsif my hate would blowrotten words to dustlike a cleansing windthrough moulding graves
Then I could rejoicewhere gods lay entombedcovered with the sands of timebeside the keepers of a dying faith
Silent are the watchers
Even I would love the churchif the sun watchers downthrough cracked domeson the worms below
Silent are the watchersgargoyles of a glorious pastperched upon their thronesin cold shadow castacross infinite reachesunto new moralsaway from this filthy domain
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