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Violations upon the flesh

This maiden’s mettle defined

Through blessings of sword and faith

In her body, a demon confined.

The judgments of holy men

Of victims’ maternal misdeeds

This antediluvian command

To bear all burgeoning seeds.

O, the Vessel suffers the spawn

And lo, the beast will crawl beneath the dawn.

Rising once more

Her journey to seek absolution

Forgiveness dwells not within mortal hearts

And she dreams of bifold execution

Piety and power hold firm

Even saints were made to seethe

‘Tis the purview of demons to ruin and wreak

‘Tis the purpose of vessels to receive.

The heavens gave license to the depths

To wrack and test the frail mortal soul

From demons, did men learn to covet

And through fervor, exact their toll.

It is her will to see vanquished

The hellions that vessels have bred

And as the world withers to ash in her eyes

She utters the mantra: “God is dead.”