Scatterer of stars on the black cloth of night, I hear thy voice in the lightning's crack, the thunder's crash. Besetter of all hopes to spur our human flight In thee the warring factions meet, the nations clash
On blood-filled killing fields grievously die. The cataclysm and the holocaust are thine And thine the vision seen in dream and darkling sky Sower of the seed that shall make earth divine,
Destroyer and creator, anarchist and king, Crucible of love in whose eternal fire All is cleansed: though to our animal past we cling Thou art the ultimate to which our lives aspire.
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