Benedictine Convulsions - Cryptopsy

An ominous disembowelment…

The soothsayer is blinded, such is fate;

Abomination to damn the eyes…

For the righteous, a test of faith

«We thank thee lord, for this tribulation

We sing thy praises without end;

No matter how rabid the oppressor

We shall not fail thee, though we pray for

Strength.»

Ensnared in the web of the unjesus

The once-sacrosanct abbey is besieged

With the braying of the nightgoat

Benedictine friars convulse

Infernal visions flay their souls

As their bodies contort and writhe…

Capricornus nocturnum haunts them

From their torment springs its delight

Impaled on one of its many legs

A bug-eyed Mary gapes on in horror

As her only son is chewed to bits

By spiderchrist… She is flecked with gore

Caprine morturion leads the bones

Of their departed brethren

In the abbey’s catacombs;

When gargoyles vomit blood

The defunct will ascend

To rend the mortal flesh

Of the brothers of the good word

And make victims of their guts

Those who are left

Of god bereft

Run amongst heads

Suspended by threads

Crosses up-ended

And frenzied bloodshed

For those who sought favour

From their saviour

«I am messiah»

The grand delusion

To hell-wracked things

Revelation