An ominous disembowelment...
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The soothslayer is blinded, such is fate;
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Abomination to damn the eyes...
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For the righteous, a test of faith.
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"We thank thee lord, for this tribulation,
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We sing thy praises without end;
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No matter how rabid the oppressor,
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We shall not fail thee, though we pray for
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Strength."
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Ensnared in the web of the unjesus,
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The once-sacrosanct abbey is
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Besieged,
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With the braying of the
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Nightgoat,
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Benedictine friars convulse.
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Infernal visions flay their souls
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As their bodies contort and writhe...
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Capricornus nocturnum haunts them,
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From their torment springs its delight.
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Impaled on one of its many legs,
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A bug-eyed Mary gapes on in horror
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As her only son is chewed to bits
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By spiderchrist... She is flecked with gore.
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Caprine morturion leads the bones
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Of their departed brethren
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In the abbey's catacombs;
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When gargoyles vomit blood,
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The defunct will ascend
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To rend the mortal flesh
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Of the brothers of the good word,
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And make victims of their guts.
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Those who are left,
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Of god bereft
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Run amongst heads
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Suspended by threads.
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Crosses up-ended
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And frenzied blooshed
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For those who sought favour
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From their saviour.
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"I am messiah"
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The grand delusion
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To hell-wracked things,
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Revelation.
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Benedictine Convulsions
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Cryptopsy |