Lamentations (3) 

The late past midnight winds of Rome 

completed gusts of heat intoned 

While sparks danced a chorusline aside beneath a smoke-shy moon awry From dreamy crackling crypt of hum 

beneath the dying doctrines did come 

As fate's relayed chant all flung the 

flames of purgation's dance undone 

While taxis crashed old obelisks of stone 

While saints stared down fellow slate unknowns 

The strolls of red fancypants turned into run 

While makeupless nuns turned to wine for fun 

While lex credendi books burned ex libri 

The guiderules spurned for aspumanti 

And popes emerged a three staged scene 

of triple tiared circus ring 

And forum was retorched from pillar to arch 

As ghosts rebegan eerie, weary march 

Through traditions of rubble of lies retold 

Of Ceasars, Peters, Virgins withered of old. 

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