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Clouds, calculous, amorphous, dispute

Calculated vengeance, the eyes gouged, mute

No tongue, no throat, heard not their screams

In agony, the dead lines the banks in one stream

The staff, now broken, bloated it hangs,

Through the ribs of emaciated, behind it not lags

Followed, like the faithful of spite

Sing among shadows from the dangers of site

Casting stones, many, the ravens they sit

At the top of your formless, bottomless pit

The abyss that’s created, the darkness of unknown

Becomes the light which betrays, in chaos it’s shown

Each rib splintered, sweaty and gaunt

The body the cardinal, from your chapel they haunt

Ravens they sit, the murder they make

In rhetoric stain, your life they take

The lice that now covers your houses of straw

Ripping at flesh as if you could kill them all

The strong, the muscled, crippled it seems

Have all fallen down casted, cut off at their knees