The rain falls from heaven’s face. Dight for the night. Across the fields, the unlit church. Love must wax cold. On distant hills their torchlines gleed. What rough beast of Bethlehem spurned? A thousand years since last I died. Love must wax cold. Then the Order’s even tenor rent by their transgressions. Millennial flames belched from heaven’s face; to cast off an old age. Their flocks from Salvation lost; Man, root and branch did fall into ruin. The very world had shaken herself to cast off an old age. And a thousand more since His crown of thorns joined the affray. His end, nailed on a high broad field — prepare for the night. Lucifer fell to earth on a wave of fire; love must wax cold. Spewed from the earth was I. Prepare for the night.
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