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An omen dire in the dark palm of night
An acid truth, an open wound of light
The furnace clouds and gory shrouds, the blood
In bloom in milk and silent lava floods
A burning whisper scorching raw our ears
A rusted mirror warning us of wars
Of rape and tainted pearls, of tannic mouths
And abattoirs awash with severed vows
Of tortured saints, the violence of stars
We watched the moon annexed by Mars
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