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The weight of your sins is vast beyond measure:

greed squandering, and cowardly pride;

you have consumed with malevolent rapture

and seduced with lascivious spite;

filled to the brim is the cup of your judgment;

the last days have now come of your might.

You'll pass through the bodies of manifold species,

things soulless, that you once despised;

you'll beg for the blessing of clear skies and waters

and cast off all that you once prized;

you'll gaze up to wreckage, uncomprehending,

of things that you once recognized.

Your soul will precipitate through generations

that in cold rock, one by one, dissolve;

you will pass on with sincere dedication

a flame, that your grief might absolve;

you'll seek out the warmth of cavern and belly,

as the stars above, distant, revolve.

Naked and helpless you'll strive for atonement,

slave of what once bore your pain,

to wander the cosmos for epochs unnumbered,

in the sun and the battering rain,

to feel every strike of winter and thunder

as the wheel turns again and again.

Once full the measure of your humiliation,

in vessels that are clean once more,

recast in the fire of long expiation,

you'll grasp at the laurels of yore:

a chance to return to the greatness you've lost;

then, and not one day before.

Description

The weight of your sins is vast beyond measure:

greed squandering, and cowardly pride;

you have consumed with malevolent rapture

and seduced with lascivious spite;

filled to the brim is the cup of your judgment;

the last days have now come of your might.

You'll pass through the bodies of manifold species,

things soulless, that you once despised;

you'll beg for the blessing of clear skies and waters

and cast off all that you once prized;

you'll gaze up to wreckage, uncomprehending,

of things that you once recognized.

Your soul will precipitate through generations

that in cold rock, one by one, dissolve;

you will pass on with sincere dedication

a flame, that your grief might absolve;

you'll seek out the warmth of cavern and belly,

as the stars above, distant, revolve.

Naked and helpless you'll strive for atonement,

slave of what once bore your pain,

to wander the cosmos for epochs unnumbered,

in the sun and the battering rain,

to feel every strike of winter and thunder

as the wheel turns again and again.

Once full the measure of your humiliation,

in vessels that are clean once more,

recast in the fire of long expiation,

you'll grasp at the laurels of yore:

a chance to return to the greatness you've lost;

then, and not one day before.