Howl!
Vain mortal of helpless arm
Weep as though the tears will bring him back.
Aloud, wail! Cry aloud
The pillars of earth is shaken
Hay broken in twain.
Evil is done, good is gone,
What will you do now?
Oh mortals of all religious circles?
Hide in dust, clergies of vain narratives,
Shave your beards of religion,
Gainsaying priests.
Hell oh hell’s victory,
Bobbles of immortal writs
In grandest shame of ancient confusions.
Vain ecstasies of lying zealots
Spirit, Hell, Demon’s men
In combined war against truth.
Alas, falling standards of heaven’s path,
Cross in sin and Sin in cross.
Holy men in filths and shame
Dead hopes of waiting pilgrims
Heaven’s empty and hell of myriad
With titles of error unlike Him.
Howl! Cry aloud,
Where is He?
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