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The blessings seared
onto my face
a curse to wear
and burden bear
in image likeness
I was made
from dust and ash
and full of grace
I’m prince and saint
the angels cried
on the day
that I was sired
to kill and maim
and run amok
the reign
of havoc’s stain
where hell bleeds
it’s rape upon my faith
to seal the sins deep in me
concealed as magic’s other self
of witchcraft’s dirty spells
i n c a n t a t i o n s’ t r a n c e
and by
the light of moon
I dance
i n n a k e d n e s s
to eat from cauldrons
dark and deep
I feed
on the timid
and the weak
like sheep they’re led
to slaughter’s sleep
I conjure
while the children weep
it is for they
that I have come
I am the bearer
of the light
for they I resurrect
darkness
to fight
among the frightened
throngs
in cunning and in stealth
I prey on them
they nourish me
of their essence
this I feed
I bow before no idols be
graven nor believed
I pray to no one’s God
I worship no enchantment
I fear no piety yet contrived
I’m Helel
H e a v e n ’ s R e v o l u t i o n . !
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