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The Empty Chalice of the Semen of Saints

Under the floorboards encroaching the slugs

Exhuming a dynasty of the sickest men

Secret clan of princes of the holy

Lap with love nectar of their brethren

Round table masturbation oozes sperm

Twirling dancers vain with limp members

Suck out the flavor from Christ on a stick

Bring to new heights the orange embers

A dizziness captures

The weakness within

Lust has no restraints

Drink all of his gift

Leave not a drop in

The empty chalice of the semen of saints

Bishops building bridges from goodness to Hell

Through each devoured child they claim

Stamp the mark of devotion inside them

Rotting from heart to head to veins

Cauldron of entrails boiling and steaming

This endeavor of rats and poison

Never will come to an end it lives on

In the wasting shells of God’s children

So in the howl of night

When no wind is silent

Your last faith faints

As the priests belch

And slam to the table

The empty chalice of the semen of saints