.With a cold caress, the apparitions warn
The ghost of Gethsemane, condensation of pain
The Blossom of Heaven, crushed soon to be
An effigy to empires, fulfilled prophesy
How gorgeous the scent of blood Divine
The fragrance of salvation, borne of pain, now mine
Awash is the epit.
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