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Canticle (Morgion)

I walk among this pantheon to gather up the stars. Blessing the waxing moon, and swallowing up the sun. For I foretell the coming God, ascending Heaven, descending Hell. For I will be a gracious king, and the eve shall be my bounty. So it is written, so it shall be done. The falling of father, the falling of sun.