ACT I. DESCENT
HERE SHALL GODS FALL FROM
THEIR GOLD-GILDED THRONES
OF BLOOD AND CHARRED BONE;
HERE SHALL ANGELS DROP FROM
THE SKY, CLUTCHING TARNISHED
HALOS, FEATHERED APPENDAGES
NO LONGER CAPABLE OF FLIGHT;
HERE SHALL BLOOD DESCEND
UPON US ALL LIKE RAIN AND
QUENCH THE GROUND'S THIRST.
THE DESCENT INTO HELL IS FAR
MORE TREACHEROUS FOR THOSE
WHO HAVE KNOWN AND TASTED THE
SPLENDOUR OF THE HEAVENS.
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