She rode the breath of wind on stygian steed
and prowled our streets decanting dreams of men.
She drank unholy thoughts of lust and greed
ignoring canons set by holy pen.
She fooled us all with beauty charm and grace,
this harlot has defiled the Holy Church.
We bring her here before you in disgrace,
we snatched her from the devil in our search.
Your Eminence, we beg you ring the bell
and snuff the candle as you close the book.
We ask that you condemn this whore to hell,
the saints have turned their face and dare not look.
We mourn the souls this harlot has acquired
and bastards from her womb that men have sired.


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