ABID - Incantation of the Ego

 

Ancient Beast of Impossible Derivation

we call to your bones and lost sinews

to reassemble into woeful vengeance. 

Strike down our enemies but not be-

fore sowing terror and painful discord.

We have suffered enough in dishonor.

Our humiliation has reached its nadir.

The time for mercy has passed us by.

Empty mouths now cry out for blood.

ABID, we bid you to undo what is done.

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