Wings of Predation

Twon glances overwhelmed with woes
 Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks
 Such a hideous clamour
 An agony that stained the azure
 The light of the world
 And the wretched olive tree
 Stars receded with shaking grace
 Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis
 Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis
 De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine
 It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God!
 Take heed therefore unto yourselves
 Wherefore hidest thou thy face
 In such a vain move of treason?
 Rest assured
 No veil in this autumnal would could conceil (neither protect)
 From the shadows of the deathless Sun
 The worm is spread under thee
 Et tous les belements de l'agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse
 Épouvantable sans qu'il soit possible de supposer une seul
 Plainte exhalée par le Fils de l'Homme qui ne retentisse pas
 Identiquement dans le impossibles exils ou s'accroupit le
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