Hymn of the Stellaron

Let the star be sundered, its heart laid bare, let every nation heed the summons,

By this genesis mass, our destiny is decreed by the Spirit in Three.

Let the sacred dew anoint us, uniting all faiths in its truth,

The seed of our fates now ripens, binding brethren in sacred fraternity.

Let all worlds and all tongues raise a single, glorious chant,

For we are the gifted, our hymn of praise a cosmic gospel!

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Behold the Stellaron's glow, a blessing on us servants all!

It turns barren fields to paradise, sating the wretched, quenching the deprived.

The Stellaron is upon us, its brilliance blinds!

In this fallen land, it writes the law anew: for the just, the sweetest wine. For the wicked, the purest truth.

The Stellaron is upon us, its splendor shines!

Now the darkest night becomes the highest noon. In our dreams, the sleepers find a joy that never ends!

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Send him to the spiraling pits, the domain of the swarming carapaces,

where karma's fire will purge the world of all joy and sorrow, and a wasteland waits for its rebirth.

Plunge him to the endless abyss, to be chewed by a thousand maws,

where the pact of justice is remade, consumed and nurtured by slime, to be born anew.

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