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Storming cosmos from mind to mind
Thunderous maim Black Death three tined
Poisonous prayers lead not to peace
But to a place where Devil’s feast
Witness above in the falling doom
The prophetic swords and witch’s brooms
Within a sin that reaps ten fold
A ravenous demon of filth so bold
Beating the bodies of angels fine
Piercing the countenance of swine
Worlds apart yet worlds of twin
Raise the war betwixt our kin
Ideas the same but front to back
As pitchforks crush and hammers crack
Mental whirlwind to hide instinct
The fists will kill and pitchforks sink
In a pine box locked by time
A chapter closed children’s rhyme
Parchments bleed the ending sign
Pierce that countenance of swine
…Plunging pitchforks
Through Paradise!

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