Perhaps we imagine
we are amateur exorcists,
praying the Rosary
with furrowed brow
and tired fingers.
To make headway,
we must first face the depths.
The evil we are battling
is not just human selfishness,
lust, rage, and greed.
These are symptoms
of a deeper illness in our race.
There are darker monsters
in the caves where
our ancestors slept.
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