Wraiths of Wrath

Time for a little random weirdness. Or should that be weird randomness?

long lost lonely lotharios
languidly languish lasciviously
in their heathen rankness
worshipping, not Bacchus,
not the God of Grapes
nor the Ghosts of Ra
nor any four apocalyptic equines
neigh, no way care they
to prowl the angry vineyards
wandering why they wonder over yonder
where they ponder when
on bended knee again
they prey unto
the Wraiths of Wrath

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