Cain's Punishment

Inside the church he did his sum, the wine, in flasks, a large caraffe, but treponema pallidum would soon have others get their laugh. No cure could be by quacks procured and Salvarsan would eat your brain, so many clergy had endured this plague before they'd gone insane. Yes, altarboys and girls of skill who'd flaunt their wares on lonely nights a man of God, through strength of will for privacy turns out all lights. As if this could erase the sin; perhaps it could, though please explain who would, with a satanic grin send pestilence to strike you, Cain.