Thursday, September 3, 2009


Displeased spirits screech from above,
O assailants, o antagonists.

What have you brought
Upon yourselves?
This girl is like you,
One meant to be held.

You have broken ev'ry last hymn,
O parasites, o demon children.

I now turn away from you,
For you have sinned
Against this church,

And your hearts are filled
With sickly intents.

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