Blessed be   thy torment;   Bound to the cadaver of the righteous   Our dutiful dead;      Dispose of this land in renewed valour   For we have slain the pitiful   Scoured this repugnant plain   With our cleansing touch      With vigour I blind my sight   Tranquil I resign my fate   Willing I cut my loins   For you have bled for us   You have died for us      Bind up thy wicked tongues   Sew shut her shameful lust   Burn up the sodomites   For they have wronged you   They have opposed you      Our vainglorious divinity   Fertile manure of the oppressed   Seething in cruor of the devout   Lives shed in adoration of you      Pardon the meek inheritance   Your words blanch skin bleach white   Cast out all other creeds   Gomorra filth;   worthless kin      Darwin’s soiled grievance   Truth outweighed by the dumb   No reason in his domain      The deafening throng   The rapturous ascent   Of lives left in forfeit   Our last lament      This selfish appraisal   Lives lifted above   Bereft of all love