Catharsis - Crib45

So it came, the fall of grace

riding on the flames of the prophecies

Echoing the venomous

jeremiads of the furtive demagogues

Bestowed a burning effigy

of hate on the chaste

Devour on the serpents blood

as malign assails the frail

Chorale of serpents sang their malevolent chant

«Let your voices build to screams of luring abhorrence»

And servants sang in unison

«Let thy will be done»