Fallen are you, O bloodthirsty tyrant, artisan of suffering. The Creator of the universe has shattered your domain of terror. Your illusory light, which clothed you in divinity, has been torn away, leaving you vulnerable and mortal. You were once a relentless executioner, a shadow of terror that struck deep fear, but now you lie vulnerable, a mere trophy for the vultures. Your figure, reduced to an inert scarecrow, now does not even inspire fear in the humblest sparrows.More