Coven of decadence, a perpetual guilt, an eternal debt,
The purest resentment clad in 'good will', the guise of brotherhood,
Swathes of hopefuls crumble under the weight of ignorance,
One hundred more a victim to weakness of the mind.
Rotting token of the holy class casts a shadow of warning,
They seek dominion, salvation from themselves,
The rights to the soul of man and the ownership of a lesser being.
Alliance of the pitiful in desperation to escape this world, to denounce what only they have made ugly.
Kingdom of heaven: a platonic fear. The forests of old venerated no more.
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