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CONTRA CONJUGIUM T. B. B. 
 
I will sepulchre in black walls 
Of Hell, burn up and hide from me 
’ Neath the blind sea ! 
 
“ Vipers !  eternal fire shall quench 
Your prayers and curses, hell shall hold 
The vapourous vomit of your stench 
Wrung from foul souls, no longer bold 
But cowed and cold. 
 
“ Vipers !  his folly I will heal, 
Your sin I will not put away ; 
My Christ is vain for you ;  appeal 
In vain to his shed blood ;  nor pray 
I will not slay. 
 
“ I will most utterly destroy 
Your souls from off the earth ;  your power 
Sealed by your Satan I will cloy 
With subtle strength ;  your church shall flower 
No further hour. 
 
“ Because ye set your hands to this, 
Blaspheming nature and my name,