Soaring on resplendent wings,
I addressed the baying crowds
Gathered in the courts of elohim.
The voice rang out; resonant, loud:
"Let the trumpets proudly sing
And staunchly hold fast where you stand,
For tonight we slay the tyrant king
And wager for the soul of man.
Pull the profligates from their homes,
To harbour our stray and wretchèd.
Usurp the father from his throne
And prime the trident for his heads."
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