The gears are set into place

The finals stages of purification

Are nudged into motion

By our pious pope.

The prevention of the second coming

Of christ

Of christ

Is now drawing closer to completion

Dissolution of component forces act together as one

A single congregation

Tied together with one purpose in mind

The prevention of christ's birth.

Dead are collected and piled to feed the flames of a furnace fire.

Day lit sky is now

Blackened by the infant ashes.

As they rise they bring us darkness

Turning day to night.

With the remnants of the children burning

We begin the last stage.

Surviving females are loaded onto transports and then shipped to our parishes..

Parishes

Where they're tagged, then stripped of their clothing

Assigned numbers and then taken to

Eugenic

Conrolled

Concentration

Camps

This

Is Where

They

Spend the

Rest

Of

Their pathetic lives

...

One by one the worms dry out in the sun

At the mercy of their new master.

...

Their existence

Exhausts

Itself

Without

The ability

To procreate.

The ability to procreate

Seared onto their heads

And their hands

Is the mark of the beast.

This holy number, sacred in its symbolism

Now marks the doom of fertility.

By the order of the Pope we condemn to be neutered with a machine devised to sterilize.

With a hundred tons of force,its name is The Cuntcrusher.

Hooks pierce through their feet

Then suspends them upside down

To be fed into

The side

Where they are conveyed

To a press of blades

Eith their legs

Pried open

Their cunts align.

At the

Flick of a

Switch

They are sterilized.