The wolf entered the church,
Walked down the aisle to feast upon the Divine flesh
And drank the sacred blood of the Royalty,
Its fur coat smelling of the Forbidden smoke from the tropics
The wolf, chewed the bones of the book dry.
Howling and Crying as the Moon and the Rain played hide and seek
It pledged war on all Spirits and Ghosts,
Burning and stabbing the Church to the ground
It curtly smiled at the new God
Rising from the rubble,
The God made of paper bills stained of blood
Which the Ravens now plucked with Joy.