‘Twas a normal Sunday morning
In the town of Maryville
No person knew what was to come
Or whom that man would ****
Rev’rend Winters read his sermon
And preached ‘bout happiness
They heard a pop, and then a click;
A shot went through his chest.
The gunman got the bible first
The book turned to confetti
The congregation was aghast
They thought this skit was petty.
Then they learned the awful truth
Their reverend was shot dead
Two men dragged the murderer down
To ensure he had not fled.
‘Twas a tragic day in Maryville
For those who made it out
They keep those who didn’t in their prayers
And for that there is no doubt.
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
‘Twas a normal Sunday morning
In the town of Maryville
No person knew what was to come
Or whom that man would ****
Rev’rend Winters read his sermon
And preached ‘bout happiness
They heard a pop, and then a click;
A shot went through his chest.
The gunman got the bible first
The book turned to confetti
The congregation was aghast
They thought this skit was petty.
Then they learned the awful truth
Their reverend was shot dead
Two men dragged the murderer down
To ensure he had not fled.
‘Twas a tragic day in Maryville
For those who made it out
They keep those who didn’t in their prayers
And for that there is no doubt.
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