An ominous disembowelment...   The soothslayer 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 blooshed   For those who sought favour   From their saviour.      "I am messiah"   The grand delusion   To hell-wracked things,   Revelation.