Take Me To The Church

Today we'll see the bishop
To hear his words of crap
His job protects him from guilt
With victims he practices his filth

She is the mother superior
Never been touched until she's senior
Collects donations from our conscience
Synthetic in front of her impatience

The superficial and childish
Some will feed their own fetish
Intervenes government decisions
Corrupts from mass and missions

And so I came to confess my sins
To the sinners of their own means
But I'll just run away from this
The most hypocritical institution I'll miss

Author's Note

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