The murderer with wine and wassal
Shakes off his downy sleep,
And with an unlineal hand
Gives swift recompense to the rebel’s whore.
Then, in doubtful joy, cried, “God bless us!”
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Treason committed by the porter in heaven,
Be the root of the Great Doom.
God, upon eating the insane root of death,
Becomes the devil.
The multiplying villainies of heaven,
Say, “Death shall shine on all with valour!”
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As stars overcharged with black and deep desires
Of treachery and screams of darkness,
Fire the cannon of death…..
The murderer hath been killed!
