Catharsis

So it came, the fall of grace
riding on the flames of the prophecies
Echoing the venomous
jeremiads of the furtive demagogues
Bestowed a burning effigy
of hate on the chaste
Devour on the serpents blood
as malign assails the frail
Chorale of serpents sang their malevolent chant
«Let your voices build to screams of luring abhorrence»
And servants sang in unison
«Let thy will be done»