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Botched Sacrament

Bowl full of oil

We should have been royal

Priest drunk off his own wine

Wiped our foreheads of the divine

Some of us got a taste

For others, what a waste

They became the ****** and cursed

Now the last will never be first

Dear Universe, what did you expect

Not just a moment under rug swept

But an event bound to produce a devil or three

And now, one of those devils is me

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