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The departing
Brandish the banners –
bright red as the dying day –
for tonight the old man will wilt
and eerily drift away –
fought over by ghouls
and seraphs divine,
contesting raucous celebration,
versus the guidance of souls,
instructing him with angelic ardour
in Biblical oratory,
on the unburdening of sin
by the purifying fire of Purgatory.


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exquisite poetry...
Thank you most kindly.
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