Sangraal (04)
The keys held in the Bishop’s Scarlet
Robe are those keeping the secret, who know
of the scarlet flow.
Communion’s cup, filled to the brim,
holds the secret of him.
Holy Man of Five Holes,
punctured history, saver of souls.
He who begged for the cross as noose,
he who was surely king of Jews.
He lives on, through the secret of the Grail,
which is ever the focus of the Church’s blackmail.
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