Pious psalms clogging up my mind,
Too many contradictions,
Too easy to find.
Got the urge, stole the gas,
Turn that sacred hall to ash.

Had a bite then napped til 8:00,
Called some friends, climbed over the gate.
Thumbed the lord, struck a match,
So it was written and so it shall pass.

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Smoking sisters screaming with habits aflame,
Fine stained glass got a few new stains.
Confessionals collapsing on fuming pews,
No time for last blessings, down comes the roof.

Crumbling steeples, molten rosary beads,
Satan squats, the pope's on his knees.
Bourbon drenched pastors be clenching their fists,
Not much good can become of this.

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