I did stand up against The Beast.
There was a need, to say the least.
And it, The Beast, found me to be
an opponent to sanity.
The Beast is what is making me
insane, and that tremendously.
The Beast has tortured me. But now
it is revealed. It is a cow.
I am no friend of it, The Beast.
It vulgar is. I am a priest.
And Christ will see to it, one day,
I roister, standing in the way!