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Gods, what wrack of pain cathedral’d this?

Azur’d billets cross’d nothing save cakes of ash,

Banners of Furyondy toss’d to cold abyss?

‘Twas certes an awful debauch, now smash’d

and scatter’d to laughing years, heinous crimes

sung in Iuz’ tongue among arch’d rafters.

This festive ruin of Her dark dream defames

festivity, whorls crimson the torches trailers

into the whispering darkness above.  Shadows

unbidden dance the lantern streams, tapped

to crimes previous.  Heinous the strikes and blows

that brought the Temple down, that left Her trapped.

Yet still, behold!  Myriad paths course the wreckage,

belie desolation, reveal the salvage!

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