October 20, 2008
To the child of thirsty lips
A chalice wet and chill;
To the fool in Satan's grip
A burning hail of coal.
To the faithful penitent
A twice death-dealing bath;
But to the wild, luxurious men
A bowl of righteous wrath.
As Gabriel's holy mouth once cried
To the Burning Temple, "Hail!"
Behold, you weary, hopeful, child!
The Bloody, Holy Graal!
Glory to God alone.
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