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And in the silence between exiles, they crept in robed and obscured
Whispers in the courts, blackened eyes in their gaze, parchment in their claws
They did not guard the Book, they enslaved it
They called it order.
The Master called it holy
But it was also a curse
Tunics of peace, but hearts of coal
They twisted truth to take control
Not prophets, not priests, but serpents crowned
Their voices echo, oath-binding unbound
They set their thrones on sacred stone
Yet walked as kings with hearts of bone
The Fire-Writ Code became their blade
A leash of rules their hands had made
Cult of the Book, Keepers of lies
Smiling masks with hollow eyes
Cult of the Book, Shadows in light
They bind the people in robes of white
Hypocrites
Scroll by scroll, decree by fear
They choked the flame once held so dear
With chants and charms and sacred spells
They built their own man-fashioned hells
They taught people the cursed book was life
While drowning them in guilt and strife
The Master watched and wept unseen
They held the shell, but lost the gleam
Cult of the Book, Thrones of decay
The walking dead who's lost the way
Cult of the Book, Hypocrites of all
Preaching fire, pretending not to fall
The Book of Shadows curses all
You teach the precepts, but know not the Author
You wear the Light, but walk in shadow
You hold the Book but the Book condemns you
This is the curse of the Book of Shadows
Cult of the Book, Fall of the blind
A reckoning comes for your twisted kind
Cult of the Book, Time's running thin
The Author returns to cleanse you within
The Book of Shadows is holy and pure
But for those who obey, its a curse for sure
It's a curse for sure