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"Drip, drip" said the mildew-stained stone cellar walls of St. Peter's cathedral, Where a goblet of wine dripped into a priest dressed in robes violet and medieval. Down into the crypts beneath the church's alter he had brought a boy, To serve him blood of christ and play with him like a mail-ordered blow-up toy. Touching the drunken thirteen-year old boy in places he shouldn't yet be touched, As the baffled boy winced in confusion as his privates were locked in priestly clutch. Fear of the world trickled over the boy as his parents responded to his complaints, With disregard and disbelief for they thrusted trust in the clergy and their saints. So every Sunday and Wednesday the catholic priest had his perverted fun, With the tortured boy whom the father fondled while calling the breaking boy his son. Fear of the world continue to trickle over the boy as no one cared for his complaints, As his cries for help had began diminishing into helpless calls, restrained and faint. Then, fear had boiled into anger, which bubbled into effervescent hatred, Just as the boy had heard Yoda warn with his words both wise and sacred. Suffering, the boy was, although his hatred had not caused it, But the sick perverse proclivities of a priest who lacked a spirit. The boy decided to fuel the fires of fury to burn his fear so he may avenge, Himself and all the tormented alter boys for whom he would seek out revenge. At first he planned to try and kill the priest by biting off his unholy prick, But the thought of such a heinous horror had made the boy feel sick. So instead he snuck into the crypt where the priest was slowly killing his soul, And took a camera he stole from his brother and hid it on the wall inside a hole. He then told the priest that he had found a movie about the crucifixion of Christ, And wished to film it for the Easter Mass so all could watch Jesus make his sacrifice. Proud of the passion for the Christ that his alter boy had displayed, He agreed and allowed for the movie after the host to be on Easter played. The church was packed and as the tabernacle was empty, Two-thousand mouths had consumed Christ's cardboard body. Then a projector rolled in for them all to view what they had thought, Would be a movie about the man for them had died and fought. But as the screen was splashed with a spray of moving pictures, They saw a robed man in a young boy's pants in the images as they flickered. Immediately recognizing their very own once seemingly holy minister, They saw what he had done to the boy and knew he was truly sinister. Though embarrassed by how much of him two-thousand people had just saw, The boy knew that he had succeeded in summoning the punitive wrath of the law. The priest was arrested and the boy's soul had earned its restitution, In his plot against the systematic catholic evil he took down in retribution.

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Revenge of the Altar Boy

"Drip, drip" said the mildew-stained stone cellar walls of St. Peter's cathedral, Where a goblet of wine dripped into a priest dressed in robes violet and medieval. Down into the crypts beneath the church's alter he had brought a boy, To serve him blood of christ and play with him like a mail-ordered blow-up toy. Touching the drunken thirteen-year old boy in places he shouldn't yet be touched, As the baffled boy winced in confusion as his privates were locked in priestly clutch. Fear of the world trickled over the boy as his parents responded to his complaints, With disregard and disbelief for they thrusted trust in the clergy and their saints. So every Sunday and Wednesday the catholic priest had his perverted fun, With the tortured boy whom the father fondled while calling the breaking boy his son. Fear of the world continue to trickle over the boy as no one cared for his complaints, As his cries for help had began diminishing into helpless calls, restrained and faint. Then, fear had boiled into anger, which bubbled into effervescent hatred, Just as the boy had heard Yoda warn with his words both wise and sacred. Suffering, the boy was, although his hatred had not caused it, But the sick perverse proclivities of a priest who lacked a spirit. The boy decided to fuel the fires of fury to burn his fear so he may avenge, Himself and all the tormented alter boys for whom he would seek out revenge. At first he planned to try and kill the priest by biting off his unholy prick, But the thought of such a heinous horror had made the boy feel sick. So instead he snuck into the crypt where the priest was slowly killing his soul, And took a camera he stole from his brother and hid it on the wall inside a hole. He then told the priest that he had found a movie about the crucifixion of Christ, And wished to film it for the Easter Mass so all could watch Jesus make his sacrifice. Proud of the passion for the Christ that his alter boy had displayed, He agreed and allowed for the movie after the host to be on Easter played. The church was packed and as the tabernacle was empty, Two-thousand mouths had consumed Christ's cardboard body. Then a projector rolled in for them all to view what they had thought, Would be a movie about the man for them had died and fought. But as the screen was splashed with a spray of moving pictures, They saw a robed man in a young boy's pants in the images as they flickered. Immediately recognizing their very own once seemingly holy minister, They saw what he had done to the boy and knew he was truly sinister. Though embarrassed by how much of him two-thousand people had just saw, The boy knew that he had succeeded in summoning the punitive wrath of the law. The priest was arrested and the boy's soul had earned its restitution, In his plot against the systematic catholic evil he took down in retribution.