Hallowed lantern of abhorred things, whose presence on the horizon speaks of ire! Illuminate the paths of this glorious pestilence, and grant me a beauty that only twilight can bring! I worship you with the tainted hymns of funeral pyres as a loyal disciple seeking your guidance! Fill me with murderous glee as I stalk my lesser kin, whose lives are devoid of any remembrance! In this nocturnal air, I’m as ravenous as fire, so I’ll banish all of my mortal sin, and savor your essence!
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