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For you are to be held up in
Judgement
By they so empowered;
Whose hot genes spilled from
Incumbent towers
Upon a warring continent -
The Sovereign house thus 
Pared and deflowered!
Thinning the blue bloods flowing 
Within the veins of royal bowers.
Bow ye then thy head, Meretrix,
At the inclusion of their lauded
Company...
Acknowledge thy Graces -
The grand Dukes of Tuscany!

Enter now, Meretrix, Into yon
Solemn box;
Why, Meretrix, thou shake like 
A quaking Cony 
In the feral presence of the
Sly and cunning fox!
Viewed as one railed by the 
Ranting preacher
Who stands up and before,
In sanctimonious piety and
Hostile condemnation ,
Upon his congregation and flock
To downwardly pour!

Silence!! Hush now,
My will shall be known
For none darest ignore,
Enter thy prosecutor,
Cosimo the Elder takes centre 
Floor.
For in the words of the "Pius" 
One,
Who should unashamedly
Recall:-
"He it is who decides peace and
War",
This venerated man of high 
Merchant 
And Florentine fame,
He is king in all but name"!

Thus, attend upon me all ye
Among this gathered diversity 
Now duly convened;
Consider ye the failings of this
Wretched whore,
Sustained by most deceitful and
Vilest of means:
Humiliated and brought low,
Purposefully exploited -
Shamelessly demeaned!

The plea therefore entered,
Which I would rightfully demand
To be unopposed and deplored,
Is that she considers herself
Both harlot and chaste:
"Before he who would be my 
Lord".

But hold! For the spirit of 
Balthasar, 
My Meretrix, hovers over thy 
Chair;
He who would be shunned,
Feared, excluded from all self-
Righteous prayer.
Cursed be his claim - an eternal 
Damnation of his soul!
O revered Balthasar:-
New interpretations of holy 
Scripture
From rediscovered manuscripts
Of old.

So descend transcendental 
Balthasar, 
Of learned and unassuming fame,
This sorrowful whore to defend,
Thy put the quill to thee paper
When to question, strongly 
Disclaim, and most sorely 
Contend;
You who spoke out against thee 
Virtues of a church 
That doth so strangely dismiss
Rationalized conclusions of a 
Religion,
That, in confused contradiction -
Shows itself to be so dreadfully
Amiss!

TO BE CONTINUED. READERS PLEASE UNDERSTAND: THIS IS NOT AN ATTACK UPON RELIGION...FAR FROM IT; ANYONE WHO THINKS SO HAS ALREADY MISINTERPRETED MY POEM. THANK YOU!
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