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Horned crown pierces the cathedral’s smoke

Her tongue licks the bishop’s broken crook

We carve sigils into the altar’s bone

Her cunt drips venom where the holy wine was poured

Drag the nun from her prayer of lies

Rip her habit, feast on her cries

The cross bends broken beneath her weight

Her horns impale the priest’s sacred fate

Her horned face reflects the lust