Once-wonderful garden now blighted and untended
Final moments of a Creation sworn never to end
The lure of that red button: restart
Smokelike clouds of stinging things swim into vision
A time of division, when strictures are rigid
Holy places, high places and pillared temples pillaged
Yearlong winters, frigid and gelid
Crops on which survival is dependent
Are fed to fires thousands-tended;
Power from his blood rings, and from his seraph-forged pendant.
Alchemisland 
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