From the sixth to the ninth hour
The rulers' wild minds and beast masks on tight
Were veiled in the looming night of their hands
Even their knees could not run from the plight
Air burned with a mother's cries across lands
Soothed by kings' raining tears across the sands
The planets and stars were splashed with Christ's blood
The sun blotted out by their tearful flood
The heavens were then filled with phantoms whirled
Raining into wombs to become lifeblood
A blood and water mist poured on the world
Inspired by a passage by Homer's The Odyssey, Chapter 20
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