Satisfaction guaranteed
in the hour of need.
Waiting to be freed
from turmoil and greed.
She climbed the dark stairs with a candle in one hand.
Rags in the other.
No time now
for the saintly brother.
The Holy sister
had arrived on time.
The bell chimed.
The awful crime
would be forced out into the light.
He would put up no fight.
In his hour of need
he would be freed.
She would pull out the seed
of betrayal,
proceed
with grace and speed.
Her words he did head
he would not impede.
It was guaranteed to succeed
in the hour of need.
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