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Rome 844 - The celestial sphere has been drowned in mournfulness
Oh, I lisened to the sound of cherubic trumpets - Lugubrious and displeased
I Witnessed the white fume that turned into black
Mere a servant of god - more a slave to appetite
A Man of weak health, suffering much from gout
With a pig-like face and eyes that already witnessed
The precipice of bodily impuriy
Addicted to fleshly indulgence and pain
Until death marked the loss of control over body, mind and soul
King of all sacred jesters
Jester of the profane king
The aftermath of his sinful life
Is to lie in mud - chained and torturously hooked
Instead of female hands now hail storms caress his bloated body
Force-fed by rats and toads, the time to harvest
His worm-cankered soul will finally come
Or will I let him suffer eternally
Maybe...
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- Sin