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My Lords an adjournment is 
Called for...
All my retire;
But holding foremost in your
Thoughts,
I beseech ye,
Thee impudent countenance of
This most ardent denier.
Therefore heed me,
I caution all ye present,
Thou shall not disband;
Moreover, to reassemble at any
Sudden instance 
Of insistent and uncontested 
Demand.

So prepare ye to soar, Meretrix, 
When taking unexpected flight -
And outwardly expand!
Stand you upon the temples 
Swaying pinnacle,
Frozen in precarious plight!
Carried aloft by swept back wings
Of infrequent Saqqara bird:
Emissary of feathered Horus -
God of all celestial light!

For a devils advocate I wouldst
Play, 
Whilst treading across eternities 
Boards
Where enacted out this timeless day,
Characterized by unjust malign...
When casting down wisdoms
Ivoried pearls 
Before these decadent parcels of 
Pigs and swine!

Summon thee lazy drovers,
Idling amidst sunny beams in the
Lee of the hill,
To drive home the lowing bullocks;
Fattened from ruminations upon rich
Cuds,
Lush with glistening dews,
Nourished by the source 
Of the flowered meadow's silvery rill.
We will slaughter the bellowing
Herds
In preparation for feasting -
For we have an army of stomachs
To fill!

Invade into cold silence, prevailing
In deep cellars, and liberate 
Thee oaken barrels; where, aging
Within, 
Ferments the polished grape
Plucked from trailers disportion 
Upon thee heady vine.
Prepare to rejoice in sacrifice and
Cavortion -
The grim alters awash with 
Congealing rivers
Of spilt hot blood and sweetest 
Tasting wine!

Oh fearful Gods, of such terrible
Attribution, 
We shalt sustain you throughout -
With horrific orgies of frightful and 
Lewd design!

Alight O ray of heaven
To ignite upon ancient and sacred
Memphis -
The black marks of the Apis bull 
Calf
Are revealed only to me!
For it was Adam who was fated 
To confide in the Viper,
Denounced by the tongue of that 
Treacherous serpent -
Castigated in the Golden court 
Of the horned intermediary.
O Osiris "Thee Finisher" 
Of Earth beneath Heavens...
Didst thou plant the infernal seed
Of that accursed tree?

I pledge to thee victories,
Both magnificent and glorious,
Salted with desperate tears 
That vanquished nations should 
Weep;
When thundering across vast and
Open plains
The flying standards of my 
Dreaded legions,
Laying waste upon all before,
Should so triumphantly sweep!

All this I would gift unto ye, 
My Meretrix,
If, with scented frankincense and 
Rare myrrh,
Didst that one wise biblical 
Monarch 
So covertly seek,
Thou would just fall to thine knees,
Proud Meretrix...
And lovingly administer upon your
Masters tired and dusty feet.


TO ALL YE NAYSAYERS AND DECRIERS: THE MERETRIX - ONE DAY SHE WILL BE HEARD!!!
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