THE PSCHOMACHIA

WHEN WE LIVED IN SACRAMENTO THERE WAS A GROUP CALLED THE CHURCH OF THE SUBGENIUS THEY WERE DEDICATED TO FUN AND FEAST AND ALL TYPES OF ENTERTAINMENT


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BATTLE OF THE SOUL AND THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS
AT PSYCHOMACHIA.ORG


THIS IS AN INTERESTING POEM FROM PSYCHO MACHIA.ORG


First of the fighters to face the fieldand the doubt of the duel’s fate,Faith came forward, disheveled and messy,dressed like a farmgirl from far in the country:Bushy hair untrimmed with bowl or beautician,shoulders bared to give biceps an airing.Heat to get glory had her boiling overall of a sudden, in fact, for this new deed.War nor weapons nor girding of armor –She paid no nevermind. Trusting the mightOf her heart and her hands, raging and reckless,she challenges battle-chance, meaning to smash it.
Behold who dares head out to harass herwith matching might, to strike first and fiercest –TheOldGodsWorship. Her hostile head,Decked with ribbons and medals of honor,Is made to wobble, then rises higher –Till her besmeared mouth, sated on sheep’s blood,Is thrown down to earth and lands underfoot.Her baleful breath was stopped up and broken,her trafficking stuffed down her gullet to throttleher weary and obstinate long dying sigh.
The victrix of the Lord’s legion exults,and Queen Faith heartens the thousands of martyrsShe has gathered against the foe. In praise,She crowns with flowers the strong allies madeAnd orders them robed in flaming red-purple.