Clerical Predations

 

The sacerdotal plague that swept

True innocence aside and laid waste

To cushioned dreams

Lurks close. Barely hidden.

It feels its time will re-emerge

When blackened hearts will give Pious Voice

To Ornate Robes and Reeking Thoughts

With Bloated Hands.

When Darkened Souls should thence surge

Forth in Gluttoned Feast

To pat, pat, pat the dirge… diseased

That clings with ease to the scaled

Sweating spine of their Foul Prophet.

 

Let Forceful Fate damn them all

To the Hell from where they’ve drawn

Their Obscene Beast

A.D.

 

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