THE ORE
O Father! The sun sheds light upon the waking earth,
The trees surrender fruit unto empty hands.
Men partake.
Amen.
I bow softly –
In the temple of the devils.
Amen I lay myself upon Thy absence.
Amen, awaken the grudge,
Of the One
That remembers us.
- The Ore 8.11.2
Part 3: "Corrupted Hymns"