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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Mar 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.15.09.30.5805]] |
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Dichotomy was the sentiment d'jour; much of the world was celebrating Halloween, Three men from south of Mason-Dixon line participated, including a lad of nineteen. Our hero served as ringleader of a foul plot, indeed; dressed as gentlemen of cloth, Besmirching a habit ministering to dives, a whorehouse and other denizens of sloth. Rowdying with locals like gangbusters, winning new legion of converts by daybreak, Proved to be more than eagle-eyed parishioners and superiors were willing to take. The mastermind was hauled before Catholic authorities, charged in the two crimes, Of blasphemy and heresy, both grounds for excommunication from medieval times. Scolded and threatened with Hell for his humor, they exhorted him to please repent, 'Twas the only method of avoiding the down elevator to damnation they could present. Proud, eclectic man that he was, the organizer but smiled and responded with denial, After all, how in the world can you take this joke so seriously to put this boy on trial? The holy men persisted; you must be respectful of canon or face consequence again, For what we do here is the harbinger of the final judgment that shall await all of men. A slight smile arose; it seemed he finally agreed at last, so tell me what I have to do, Open-minded executioners that they were, the reply came we leave penance to you. Moment of thought; plane tickets to Rome, give the Pope hand job during high Mass, And when he asked if they accepted his terms, red hats, red-faced, decided to pass. |