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Wooden cross scorches the grass at its feet,
Bold flame violates a peaceful evening
Under pastel skies, fearless
White hoods watch their warning,
Crackling resurrects brute malice,
Each blazing heart disfigured--
Satan's brand imprinted eternally--
Demons menacing through hellfire
As it consumes the Holy Cross,
Lord's angels scream in impotent rage.