"The gates of heaven are now closed,
Not with sin, but the weight of truth.
Above, the light has turned away,
Below, perditions flame sweeps the earth.
Hell is less a place of exile,
But a pyre where evil burns.
Ashes fall on unworthy altars,
Built by those, who now seek clemency.
The fire shall be the judge,
Nor heed the voices of kings.
It serves to strip all soul of lies,
And leave behind what does not bend.
Wretched tyrants fall from grace,
Their bones lit red by sacred heat.
No relic survives, no creed endures,
When all are cast into the blaze.
Monuments now bleed black smoke,
Their stone unlearns the words they held.
Sentiments collapse as rotting bark,
And drift into the scorching air.
They meet in flesh, in breath, in blood
And leave behind what does not bend.
They meet in flesh, in breath, in blood
And only truth walks out unscarred.
Let the flame be sword and spier,
Have it scour the soul and sky.
For in the ruin, there is renewal,
And in the blaze, a world made whole.
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