White vultures circle above...
Enforcing grace upon the ones below...
Below, the great thy
Their pure presence like cancer...
Infecting the minds of the many...
Like the deaf leading the blind
White, blood smeared vultures...
In search of purity...
Forever, and forevermore
Their presence only matched by the greatness...
Of the universe...
That not many, if any, can comprehend
So many reach for the vultures...
To be devoured by the fear...
So that they could live forever...
And forever...and forever.
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