Entry 42

Saturn! Eat your son. Saturn!
Devour his flesh. Be free from prophecy!


Shutter yourselves at dusk, 
Little pond lilies.

Mars! Awaken the beast in us. Mars!
Deep are the scars carved for you.

For glory,
Murder in his name!

What glorious madness!
The intoxication of rage!

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