It is time and I will mention no names
for love will not come from their lying words
go hide behind your cross of lies
you so proud and prominent yet church dim

Do you know I saw you in the garden fifty years ago
and you dancing in a white skirt in warm rain
I am sure in your puritanism dreams
you would have been better off dead

Oh No No No Daughter of Eve
there is as more then I should say
better fade and retreat, mercy the crap you speak
for deaf ears big or small means nothing to me

For I have become God's law
and I promise to justice bring you
so I smite those of sin perverted lie
that covert that murderous Catholic disorder

Oh Sweet mercy come for you
For it is my turn ******* it better then you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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