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Prayer For Henry VIII; The First Two Words Are Not Meant Profanely
God damn your foul soul, Henry Tudor, to the lowest Hell;
your name is worth less than a flea-bitten dog's latest turd---
and has left, on humanity, putrid, slimey smell.
Worse than your scheming father, who murdered Richard the Third,
you are a child molester, blasphemer, and mincing coward
who did not mind to plunge your country into Chaos' lurch
when you inflicted spiritual rape upon the Holy Church---
much as you did to that poor adolescent, Katherine Howard.
Starward
