Who is there to taunt and terrorize the faithless
who buys nada from the prophets of the barren paradise
where apparitions sell magical sights in haze and mirrors opaque
and forked tongues roasted in wombs of maligning albinos cold frosts

The blank minds resend entrails of bigoted shames
keepers of secret sins rigging sails to ferry malice fore thought
for in the light of the just the laden-ed pirates sees incoming storms
in sinners fermented heads the hurricane winds cry Mary's ill spawn  

Unrest for the uncontested domicile hicks and dolts
game-keeper turned washers to arrived nouveau riche in browns
wounded by hate and bitter a bitter potion now ingested by left-overs
our modern terrorists in sackcloth and shame seeks neon power in saps' dusts