I. O my children,
All the faithful,
Heed the call,
Hear the sanction...
The ancient eldritch plea
Gathering from the thousand shadowed places,
Plazas, pagodas, pavilions...
Reach out, summon in communal ritual
The quencher of your thirsts
Slayer of want
II. Moving through the smoke of October,
The dry chill of night...
Tending to the bells in the upper atmosphere...
I am Keeper of the Chimes,
Seeker of the Hearts
Of those...
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