An event of horror so horrible,
Germed in Gomorra too deplorable,
It slouched among the depths till potable,
lixuor supped as unholy peccable.
Wrought by prophet, in station brought low;
Pauline's ride aped, to attempt an overthrow';
Masked by reform, ill sought a nuncio;
Spun Mass around, towards a seraglio.
A subversive victory for Lilith,
Behemoth spirit steals all from Naboth,
Noble latria brought down and clothed in sackcloth,
Not by Ahab, but by Luther.
Ill-gotten, but gain nonetheless,
Evil this way slides, crafting its lie,
More powerful than we the many, belie,
Could it be, the serpent but god?
Next a demon that laughs, who learns to speak;
Mastering prose, finds his next soul to keep;
Launches a great war, turning all that is good - bleak;
Yells "Richmond too a Rome, thus it must burn!"
A man tall and gaunt, spurns order and right;
Claiming a crusade, he strives to unite;
Forcing to their death, American hoplites;
Issued total war upon wings of night.
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