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Here stands the cross where Man was lost and land and box were married.
Here Satan brought all Faith in God and hanged it from a pear tree.

I woke up from a peaceful dream to hear the screams of falling idols.
Their skin was gilt; it peeled from them and seared their open bibles.
A bridal party marched below my window, in the town,
And the gilded cattle grimly crashed and killed that happy crowd.
I looked around, but no one ran in. No one even cocked a brow.
So, I scrambled down the stairs alone to curse the dying cows.
Both beef and Christian body parts had been divorced from life
And death had parted bride and groom before their wedding night
My face was red with anger, and my hands were red with blood
As I raged within at everything and mourned the death of love.

Here failure caught and strangled thoughts of ancient gods and faeries.
Here Camelot is damned to rot and Lancelot is buried.