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The confinement at the stony basements of monasteries
Tongue is cut off and eyes are burned by heated iron
The beating up by the rods within an inch of death
The Roman Catholic Church eliminates its enemies and rivals.
Wounded pontific's pride brings destruction,
Extracts ex-fellows nails.
The vicious mockery at their corpses
Thrown down to the cesspit after the outrage.
The struggle for the Holy See dictates its own methods of survival
Plots, poisoning, assassinations
Nothing can stop the one who's longing for the church power.
Tiara permitted with blood is waiting for the next owner,
Debuty Christs on Earth hide their true faces
Behind religious prejudice of their victims.
They are canonized
Decaying from venereal deceases
Esteem the rotting sadomit!
Pray for his stinking soul!
Pontific becomes the god
Naming himself the prince of princes,
The sovereign of the sovereigns,
The king of the bishops,
The judge of mere mortals.
Paranoia convinces to look for the enemies
The waiting of the treachery convinces to go to extreme.
Distorted corpses of the enemies
Undergoing an exhumation and posthumous accusation.


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