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Eunuchs from which cancers grow and untruth flows like rivers that run rancid

Under gallows and past crosses

Their tarnished silver jangling as they prostrate over fallen soot-stained idols

From vestigial hollow masses

With candles lighting fires in the mind that both inspires and make blind

For setting heresy ablaze in holy pyres

And the stench of fear and fetid flesh gets masked by fumes of flames and ash

As black smoke rises up beyond the spire

Cold catacombs stretch darkly through the tons of trodden earth and stone

And undermines the fundaments of faith

From unknown graves the sin and sickness seep through mud and clings to soil

Then taints and mars the fruit it propagates

The hungry frothing sheep will flock in silence to the fields to graze from withered vines

For pleasure and for penance

And their rituals in blood obscures the negligence of god until the last light is snuffed out

Not by divine hands but their absence