PETER-PAUL
Male | 20s | Under 3 minutes
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EXTRACT: [IN PURGATORY, FALLEN ANGEL PETER-PAUL PRAYS TO GOD IN THE PRESENCE OF HIS ABUSIVE MOTHER, FALLEN ANGEL BONAVENTURA.] FALLEN ANGEL PETER-PAUL: Let us pray for little ones Robbed of their born innocence; Hearts of whom are all undone Ripped apart neath sweet incense. They will never trust again Father Love and sacred kin; Men of cloth who reap the grain Feeding fat on mortal sin. Little lambs who needed us, Hearts a'drowned in fathom deep;
SISTER BONAVENTURA
Female | Age unspecified | Under 3 minutes
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EXTRACT: [IN PURGATORY, FALLEN ANGEL BONAVENTURA TAUNTS THE SON SHE HAS ABUSED AS HE PRAYS TO GOD FOR FORGIVENESS.] FALLEN ANGEL BONAVENTURA: No my angel pure and bright You give me the royal shits; Blinded dumb by righteous light, Such a man does not exist. Men of frock who hold the clock, They do steep the path in fear. Tick a tock upon their cock 'Less you first can meet their leer.
Contains coarse language Contains adult themesSISTER BONAVENTURA
Female | Age unspecified | Under 3 minutes
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EXTRACT: [Sister Bonaventura prepares her bastard son for the Vatican.] SISTER BONAVENTURA: You my sweet will never know Th'bitter taste of sharp sorrow; You are groom'd for greater things, Greater still than golden rings N'worldly tricks that most revere.