The Church of the Slavers

See, underneath the Crown of Thorn,

The eye-balls fierce, the features grim!

And merrily from night to morn

We chaunt his praise and worship him--

Great Christus-Jingo, at whose feet

Christian and Jew and Atheist meet!

A wondrous god! most fit for those

Who cheat on 'Change, then creep to prayer;

Blood on his heavenly altar flows,

Hell's burning incense fills the air,

And Death attests in street and lane

The hideous glory of his reign.

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