Opus on

You are my angel come to save me 
come to spread your scarlet wings like blood
Divine messenger of ancient will
Sranding against the backdrop of modern science
Even Kali herself finds it difficult to appear 
With entropy beckoning and blasphemy flooding
Saints and sinners feel crowded with a heavy hand
The current flow of influencers and prophets have their temples lit
Upon the blood sacrifice of truth and myth
The after party has never stopped 
Shall we all retire to the masquerade ball?
Might as well party like it was 1999.
Or ......
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