Come, Child of Prayer, Taste This Bile, Wipe The Sweat Off Your Face, Vinegar Shall Quench Thy Thirst, And Hatred Shall Crown Thy Servants! Thou Sermon Of Godly Love And Charity, Thou Who Crawlest In His Verbal Feces, Tho Who Dwellest In The Sewers Of his Kingdom, Behold! He Has Fallen From Grace! Come Child Of Spirit, Whip Thy Flesh, Slain Lies Your Master, Poisoned By his Own Lies. None Shall Spare Your Virtuous Folk! Homo Homini Lupis And My Fangs Small Of Blood, My Claws I Lick Blackened From Thy Sacred Flesh, Alas It Reeks With The Stench Of Divine Putrefaction Hatred has Crowned The Humble And Meek