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    Cruel Beatitudes (Blessed)

    Blessed are the iron clad birds,
    who bring forth the might of the searing sun.
    Blessed are the bulbar cities,
    under the guise of running rum.

    Blessed are the burning brass,
    that blasted the children into splintered sights.
    Blessed are its sons of wrath,
    that rumbled down the eternal night.

    Blessed are the coasts of ash,
    pierced with white bright and holy.
    Blessed are the seas of dust,
    burnt gone and dead in a blaze of glory.

    Blessed are the clergymen,
    preaching patriocy and dominion
    Blessed are the winds of horror,
    that tore those men into oblivion.

    Blessed are the men in high castles,
    who led our realm to salvation moire
    Blessed are the men in green sleeves,
    who from iron ships rought winter noire.

    Blessed are the cruel bombs,
    who pierced Earths flesh in a hail of metal.
    Blessed are the fortunate sons,
    who from earth shaking storms ,somehow settled.
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