‘Theomachia’

The demigods deceived us.

Not oracles of Divinity

But mouths for demons.

Adepts of dark arts

Not a constitution

But a grimoire wrote.

The salt circle placed,

The triangles drawn,

Blood sacrifice begins.

Deep-rooted Native tribes,

Southerners, black and white,

Carnage over the globe.

Mighty America,

Mo-Uru, Far West,

Mythical land of the dead,

Hid no more from human eye.

New Atlantic rises,

The Orthodox must die.

Theomachia

Clothed in Theodulia,

The devil disguised as light.

For now, a superpower.

For now, a terror.

But not forever.

Prayers of holy saints

Your strength will break,

Your darkness they will dissipate.

Light of Grace will cleanse this land,

True churches will abound,

Before the end comes ‘round.

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Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!

Anathema to the Union!