A tattered clipping,
band-aid sized,
inscribed:
this is your last warning,
stop hanging curtains
with your girlfriend.
Emergency procedures
and pilgrimages
are required.
The beasts are flying,
eager to drop their eggs,
and it's not Easter yet.
There will be no
resurrection,
but rest assured,
plenty of lambs
will be roasted
over the fiery pit,
until the snakes crawl out
from their burrows
and stop spitting flame.
Because after all,
they're the ones to blame,
aren't they?
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