Bride of Christ, you are now bride to the priest. Time to surrender

your chastity. Bear me a child of lechery. Prostrate and tremble in

fear. You will now pay for your sins. Pray and hope that God will hear

as I am fucking you. Embryonic development: The New slaves begin to

shape, swelling the wombs of the nuns. Illegitimate, yet with lies

they are rationalized. Procreation of a generation that’s doomed. When

they’re brought into this world they serve the purpose of the church.

Rape the bastard children then return them to the earth. Born, then

classed, then sent to the Nursery of rape. Newborn bodies bring glory

to the church. A fruitful harvest means a happy hierarchy; they fuck

the children, then leave disposal up to me. Within the crypt lies a

rancid lime stone pit; a putrid haven for bloated, murdered children.

As I pour the chemical catalyst to speed decay, the cries of the

living ones cease. Now their melted skin lay draped on their scattered

bones. The maggots fester, consuming bodies faster, and what remains

is ground into the food for the new generation. Bride of Christ, you

are now bride to the priest. Time to surrender your chastity. Bear me

a child of lechery. Prostrate and tremble in fear.