Benedictine Convulsions

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

I am Messiah