Behold this bleeding breast of mine 
Gashed with the sacramental sign! 
He fûts the second Cake to the wound. 
I stanch the Blood; the wafer soaks 
It up, and the high priest invokes! 
He eats the second Cake. 
This Bread I eat. This Oath I swear 
As I enflame myself with prayer: 
“There is no grâce: there is no guilt: 
This is the Law; DO WH AT THOU WILT!” 
He strîkes Eleven times ufon the Belly and cries 
ABRAHADABRA. 
I entered in with woe; with mirth 
I now go forth, and with thanksgiving, 
To do my pleasure on the earth 
Among the légions of the living. 
H e goeth forth. 
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