Green Eunuch (Part 6)

  
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   SIX:
  
   Milton's hell broke loose,
   Yet this time Franciscans not put in the poetic noose;
   Moreover, archfiends falling upon Mary's azure range
   As Francis, Gubbio, and Skunkfire blazed to save Ham from kinda/sorta mange;
   Furthermore, he was a horny dog in the realm of real life,
   Death spawning him a fluidic soul with a manpiece severed by a demon's knife;
   Alas, Mary outside holding off the Satanic flow
   Of winged hellion wanting Her to know
   That their fiery contagion should ignite fear in Her immaculate heart,
   Yet She swung the icy-blue sword into Ooba's terrain, and a mystic glacier did start
   To coldly rise from whence She struck the angelically-forged blade,
   Encompassing the wicked creatures into Han Solo in carbonite made;
   Indeed, the magical weapon when swung poured forth a freeze
   That would frigidly chill any approaching adversary onto their shaking knees;
   Anyway, once the fallen angels defeated, She too ran inside the hellish apartment complex,
   Finding the eunuch holding hot doggish genitalia with a backwards hex,
   And Francis offering the Body of Christ to a Satanic guard
   While Gubbio tackled another hellspawn hard--
   An alien servant, unable to repent after hearing Francis' quicksilver preach,
   For some souls are beyond the Messiah's sublime reach--
   Meanwhile, Skunkfire connected the loins back onto the baking Ham,
   The pornographic sinner's body feeling noble again like a horned ram;
   Next, the robotic eunuch kenned Ham's soul,
   Telepathically telling him to now take forever control
   Over his lewd and lascivious lusts, following the humility of Christ
   To which Quasi-Kaori leapt from the television screen of Ham's imaginative heist--
   Her, a cloned creation of Kristoff's STORMDANCER
   That entertained him while his punishment plagued him like flesh-eating cancer,
   Though now he would bond with a singular Lady,
   Not stepping out on her scar or warts, nor giving into things pink and shady;
   Hence, Quasi-Kaori and Ham bolted from the incarcerating prison,
   Outpacing the Godly 4some that had dreamed the vision
   Of freeing souls bound to the most mutilating hells
   Brainstormed by the Creator of all that reeks and smells--
   Proving Satan can only torture and monstrously malign for so long
   Before the Abrahamic God consoles with a love song,
   And back outside on their legs and steeds--
   The 4some dashed away as to their wisdom that heeds
   Their inviolate escape, undetected and clean,
   Having been surgically precise in defeating something macabre and mean--
   Verily, Evil Intention always wants souls to suffer
   In order for God to magnetically muster
   COUNTERPOISE--oh, it is the flux of the Multiverse,
   Yet the Good God will triumph, love being His purse--
   Forever and ever, eternity never ends
   Though rebirths conclusions of a Holy God's trends.