Amidst all the gore and slurry, I saw The Goat of Menzies flitter!

The fiddlers tune all hyped with furry, as devils danced with rage and plouter.

For marriage be, the way to hell as bells rang out from the well,

Many voices echoed from the earth,
Consumed by hate and 'devils dirt'

To tread the ground that God had found for man's demise, we be bound.

Deny the peace beneath the ground of floury.....
Hear the bells of old Nick's fury,

Consumed in hate and pittered waste from broken bread in torrid haste,

That men shall die all kneeled and broken ,
Then lie down flat; from having spoken............
All pale and gaunt from God outspoken !

To die in sin without a grin, all humble bound in coppice mounds,
A simple cross that we have crossed, settles down with ripe green moss.

Plural verbs, no festered words, announced in deeds by floral treats,

That we be saved from the grave...... by holy men with scorn and hate

So Jesus Christ will, one day rise,
Then every stone will win a prize

Praying mantles, books and candles strain the way as others pay,

That we be paved by hymn and cantors that stray the devils lanterns.

Allowing us to pass.....
From Mass to grass, then see the heavens open fast

Oh evil beasts who come to feast from hypocrites in demented pits,
Lay down your wrath that I may pass where neither man or beast be cast

Bow down to the ground and bleed the earth that thee be bound
Relinquish me from words of Deans, the prophet house of those who scream.

Fiery words and hell bent verbs, a psalm or lay, as we pray.

Let the book of Job consume thy lot,

Deacon beacons , vermin sermons, pause the platter for the hatter

No Deacon's plot will ever rock, a striving soul with heart of gold.

That I may pass unto a realm made pure and clean for those who dream.

By George