Jack of Clubs - Catharism
4 - Ruba'i
Sympathy For The Cathar
We are angelic spirits trapped
Our vital energy 's been sapped
In the bogus world we think our own
This hell on earth Rex Mundi mapped
Crusaders left no unturned stone
Their daggers rended flesh from bone
And thus were all the Good Men purged
They drove us out of Carcassonne
All that remains: an empty dirge
Until our souls and heavens merge
We will forever stay worldbound
Imprisoned by the Demiurge
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