Forlorn, do the Heavens cry as the Wicked taint their earthly paradise.

Their otherworldly children, mischief and cruelty in their making, have gone astray.

Lost, they wander. Lost, they prey.

They prey on the good and the bad and the mortal.

What sins fill the earth? What sins fill the field?

The wicked have forgotten that their place is upon the stars, keeping their queen, Oh Lady of Divine Death, Oh Lady of Wondrous Slumber, at bay within her moon. It is our vow to put them back where they belong. To put them in their place. To keep them in their place.

Release the blood.

Release the flesh.

Release the bone.

We must send them home. We must send them to her. We must send them to Death.

And silent shall the earth will be... And silent shall all sins wash away... And joy, joy, joy will spring from the Heavens once more.

Forlorn not, Oh Heavens!

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