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11. BATTLE CRY Come forth angels! There is discord in the heavens! The fallen one has caused new created man To doubt the perfection of creation! They have hidden themselves now! Twistedly believing falsehoods That the Creator's handiwork is only worthy of shame! Come forth angels! We will bind the liar in a bottomless pit! He has poluted the minds of the innocent perfect beings! He has insulted the purity of the Holy one! He has taught poisened lies to the children of the Garden! Now they rebel against his simple truth! They refuse to believe they are God's Most perfect and most blessed creations! They choose to cover their perfect beauty As though it were ill-devised! As though it were depraved! Where is he who connived this depridation? He has set himself against the wonder and the passion! Against the bliss of being! Against the dance of joy! Of seeing! Of knowing! He has assembled a degenerate army to battle us!!! As though they could make their heinous deceit victorious! Isn't it enough that they have succeeded in ruining The sweet Creator's most blessed work? Their audacity is insulting! Come forth ye angels now and follow me! We have a good work to do this day; To put end to incredible mischief To stop the chief culprit and his minions forever! These sinews never before knew such glory As this day will earn their due! Come swoop with me like hawks Upon the galling impostrous ranks Wreck well their wretched piteous delusions See them gather below, The poisoners of Creation's vastest beauty Angels our task is before us! Swoop upon them, bind them in their own lies, Cast them into the eternal pit! That they may forever rue their fatal error! To Battle, To Battle! Brothers and sisters! Onward to victory and glory! Amen. |
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