Quake children, for We are woken,
Above the cloud our world revealed,
Unto this earth We bring a token,
A promise of salient ends now sealed;
Long have ye been beneath our gaze,
Hidden in tunnels winding deep,
Yet now exposed ye gasp afraid,
Our hundred visage on your eyes shall creep;
Neither shall We brook tallow,
Upon the yellowed plains of salt,
And holied bright what ye hold hallowed,
Shall scarce remain for to exalt;
For ye are broken toys all.
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