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Rh Whose silver cool remakes the dead,

And lays no blame on any head

For all the havoc, fire, and lead,

That fell upon us suddenly.

When all we came to know as good

Gave way to Evil's fiery flood,

And monstrous myths of iron and blood

Seem to obscure God's clarity.

Deep sunk in sin, this tragic star

Sinks deeper still, and wages war

Against itself; strewn all the seas

With victims of a world disease.

—And we are left to drink the lees

Of Babel's direful prophecy.

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