Revelation

Call on the whirlwind

Never again shall I believe the lie
That hast deceivèd all the race of men
And rotted minds as ergot ruined rye,
Never again.

For out of realms high and beyond my ken,
Out of the awe-full darkness of the sky
I heard a voice that shuddered my soul, then,

I heard a whisper silent as a sigh—
That seared the strands of fate and snapt its pen,
From One who is eternal, who shall die
Never again.

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