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Bead prayer, Oh pantheon of righteous fields
Mortuary of unbridled sinners
Slumber deep upon the earthen brow
Abreast inside the vaulted tomb’s echo
Where sheltering moons whisper
And the sun bakes upon temporal horizons
Casting iniquitous journeyman to shore
Beneath the orb cresting sea bound tide
Oh pagan mother we are not orphaned
Nor are we disquieted from the truths
Where the daemon gods of magic chant
Under the Zephyrus wisps of drying snow
We are inside the breast of inoculate visions
Descrying under the wane of shelters moon
Calling from the fragrant perfuming meadows
Imbuing truth and wisdom into the heart of your righteous fields
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