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SEVENTEEN:
The Virgin Mary, angelically swift
Turns to Fenrir--and with a blue-laser blast does lift
The monstrous beast off the serpentine floor;
As a result, he slithers with a scalding hole in his furry hide's core;
Next, Francis and Gubbio with mercury leading,
Bolt out of Hel's demonic domain--the goddess still vaginally (more or less) bleeding
From her defeat as Mary spins Her pistols,
Picking off attackers with the light speed missiles;
Moreover, She picks up Skunkfire and They exit the door,
Hoping to never return to Hel's cryptic lair evermore;
As a result of saving Gubbio; plus, besting their iniquitous adversaries,
The 2 Saints, Wolf, and Eunuch are more than merely contemporaries,
Yet friends forever--united in Godly glee,
Though the Eunuch wishes they didn't so quickly flee,
But forever vaporized the insidious synergy of Hel and Fenrir's form,
Wiping them away from perpetuity, making their death an eternal norm,
But constant resurrection is an axiomatic fact
No matter how many times a soul is mortally attacked--
At least humility was sensed today
For 2 adversaries of Christ who wished to sway
Souls from bliss and Yuletide mirth,
Wanting only a torturous re-birth!
And as the Saints mounted their mystic horses,
Skunkfire and Gubbio galloped beneath, their quicksilver ignited by angelic torches,
Blazing with peace and no ill-will or contempt,
Knowing evil resonates on the Mystic Grid--having a forever intent.
