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Storming cosmos from mind to mind

Thunderous maim Black Death three tined

Poisonous prayers lead not to peace

But to a place where Devil’s feast

Witness above in the falling doom

The prophetic swords and witch’s brooms

Within a sin that reaps ten fold

A ravenous demon of filth so bold

  Beating the bodies of angels fine

Piercing the countenance of swine

Worlds apart yet worlds of twin

Raise the war betwixt our kin

Ideas the same but front to back

As pitchforks crush and hammers crack

Mental whirlwind to hide instinct

The fists will kill and pitchforks sink

  In a pine box locked by time

A chapter closed children’s rhyme

Parchments bleed the ending sign

Pierce that countenance of swine

  …Plunging pitchforks

Through Paradise!