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Saint Celestine | Warhammer 40K

She walks through the mud again, Halo cracked, wings burning thin. The crowd calls out her name She feels nothing but the weight of flame. A thousand deaths behind her eyes, All remembered, none denied. She stands because the light commands, Not because she understands. "Saint eternal, rise again… Saint eternal, rise again… Burn for us, bleed for us, rise again…" Every prayer is a chain, Every miracle pain. She rises when she wants to rest, Condemned to be the Emperor’s breath. Die, return, repeat the cycle drags her feet. She’s their saint but never free, a soul devoured by victory. Die, return, repeat her tears turn obsolete, a symbol carved where a woman used to be. She hears the war before she wakes, The screams, the orders, the world that breaks. Golden armor, hollow pride, Her hope is gone but she can’t hide. They kneel, they chant, they raise their guns The faith of billions weighs like tons. She shines because she has to shine, A dying star forced back in line. "Glory is rust… Glory is rust… Her blood is trust, her blood is trust…" Every lance of light is a scar, Every resurrection too far. Sanctity tastes like rust Glory is just weaponized trust. Die, return, repeat her heart forgets its beat. She’s the flame that can’t go out, Burning through their fear and doubt. Die, return, repeat she walks through shattered streets, the living saint who never gets to sleep. “Let me rest… just this once… Let me fall… let me be done…” But the light drags her from the deep, Even her quiet is not hers to keep. "Rise, rise, rise! Saint of fire, rise! No rest, no end, rise again!" Die, return, repeat salvation tastes like defeat. Her miracles are made of scars, A martyr stitched from broken stars. Die, return, repeat her sorrow is complete, forever dying for a faith she cannot meet. She rises… again… Because she must. Not because she can. "Saint eternal… rise again…"