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Beseech thy will, the running wave,
Of pestilence rush within the nave.
Beneath the rein of suffering light,
The stench of sin in the vile night,
The innocent writhe beneath the curse.
The guttural core of things perverse.

Forked tongue shadows; Satan set alight.
Abstain all sound to tell their plight.
And o’er the pain they pour the salt;
Ashes to ashes; from contrition to fault.
Cardinal covenant of leprosy legion,
Harvest the blame beneath all reason.
Till the victim bare the sacrificial scars,
In a cell of shame with guilt as bars.
And a lock weaved from human heir
To pass and pass and pass despair.

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