Psalm for the Crimson Masque
Written by Kashchei.

Crimson Lord, I beg your attendance,
I am but simple wood and string,
I am but a maggot in your presence,
yet i ask for your judgement.

Without you I am without purpose,
I let the winds of change buffet me
a mere play thing for the Fates,
a grain of sand in a desert.

I beg you, attach your strings to me,
take control, for I have no purpose without,
a puppet cannot hold it's own strings,
nor can it hold the strings of others.
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The false golden, the weak silver,
the lying sword, all these I will spurn,
I embrace your hatred of these fools,
and will hate them with all my being.

I only accept your crimson light,
and worship the essence of Kethuru,
to use it for you and only you,
or let me be slain by your scythe.