Grace leapt on Hilarion’s back-
Having legs and feet like those of an #ss
With monks, she has a subtler chore
Later lists of seven often dropped “despair”
Brought down the first with snakelike lies
With wings each eighty cubits long
Swarthy hue not usurer’s spill
Dating the deed at the end of the tale
The sign of the cross and the name of psalm
Sister typed dumb in demon balm
Wealth the way to brutal ranks
And the thousand-year reign of shifting saints
Drunk stared fish-eyed into shock
“g#dd#mn my stink-ass luck!”
To backstab, to schism gloss
Victorian Charles presumes disgust
Listed as cause of her distaste
Cares that sweep her sleepless waste away
Grace leapt on Rachel’s child of rape
Having legs and feet like jaded Catherine jape
With monks in last-sung death place
To backstab, shoulder, schism…
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