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Roiling past infernal screen the buttfaced line crashed

into  Allrem, dousing plans nefarious

to pin his levy ‘gainst walls festooned

with failed ambition.  Gods!  What bilious

smoke the froth’d the Prefect’s lips, smoking

the chamber with lies; conscripts tenfold

waiting the call to temple flame?  Flick’ring

untruths called our heroes, who then did fold

the serpent to cord, flush churches’ riches

to pocket and take their leave.  Yet brands

still smoldered and, as Agnar’s cacoethes

to play did fire his tiger’s eye, mounds

once burning reach for buckled timbers;

beware friends, the sear of dying embers!

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