He did the worst that he could do
It were a great coup
Who tried to nurture and preserve the least in truth
The Jesuit priest and the Sancta Sedes
They could pray, but why?
See the light and then it's smothered
And every suffered unrecovered
Repentant sinners ha they suckered
You got no business in the Holy See
So fly
All things are relative
As long as it's all negative
Consolidation imperative
Bring together all faiths that sing
Somewhere beyond anything
The sake of a formative narrative
A balancing between the throes of god
And the entire thing
Entirely
Interpretive
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