Holy Siege. A poem

Ahoy class mate! tuna-cast-a-rolling-scroll unam sanctum a papel bull no prank my sun this holy sea is home to all beneath Carthage seize.

Punic plunder Alexandria sundered knowledge under lock and key.

What transcending conscious mind fathoms now wet Pavlov’s jowls. You heard the bell back in line on through we alone can you reach divine.