The Gathering Bastards Poem by James Reed
The Gathering Bastards
Behold the gathering bastards
They come to chant in their black mass
Their orgy of death and blood
Slavering for their master
Eager to please their god of disease
Eager to see His works done
Beware the gathering bastards
Devout heretics, they welcome the sick
And infect all they behold
For when they come together
It's a curse, it's a plague, it's the end of days
It's judgement for all wayward souls
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