[Gilles de Rais:]
This is the moment I go to God
Burning like derision on the prism of night
Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites
Meant to overpower and bedizen his light
He paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetite
The moon was black
Devil may care
Three times he'd glared before his judges
Darkening there
With a Wormwood mind
And a gullet of poison
Asked
He thought the court a farce
His tongue as sharp as glass
A bastard to the last
This truth assassin...
..tautened his claws at the ruinous cast
Flexing vexation at clerics aghast
In uproar he caused the cross to be masked
And the hex of exile from God's Kingdom passed
This is the moment I go to God
Burning like derision on the prism of night
Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites
Meant to overpower and bedizen his light
He paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetite
The moon was black
Devil may care
Three times he'd glared before his judges
Darkening there
With a Wormwood mind
And a gullet of poison
Asked
He thought the court a farce
His tongue as sharp as glass
A bastard to the last
This truth assassin...
..tautened his claws at the ruinous cast
Flexing vexation at clerics aghast
In uproar he caused the cross to be masked
And the hex of exile from God's Kingdom passed
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