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Waters Of Death, Thy Hands Will Not CleanseCome now the rains, that coalesce to wash the ashes awaydays of pestilence came, under the storm where ill feelings do thrive Look upon fallen stone, look what my hand has done behold the cities of salt, and grey despair The Gemini speaks with twisted tongue over and over, her mantra undone Sand gave way to the sea, primordial torrents reclaiming the earth Stir in the restless deep. A Priestess did rise to condemn wickedness Look upon misfortune, look to the mirror full of regret behold false reflection that drifts too long The carrion floating, looked like broken reeds the deluge inviting to swallow us all Ring out the flood bells For drown men tell no tales |