Finale

An approbrium to religion is the hooting of the owl.
Opuses mourn cursing the most foul,
Every garment worn by the prelate is plain.
But have you seen the satanic blood in?
Repository of great sin.  Have you beheaded
John, the Baptist?  Five loaves, two fish
And five thousand men fed.  Sumptuous!
Tell me Madelene, tell me about Jesus.
Where was he laid?  Mary, my mother
Where is the son of God?  I hear echoes
Of political jackals blaming the poor,
Lord, who is worthy to be crucified?
Along the sinners stand the politicians.
We want peace Oh Lord, God,
Not radiation, not war, not pollution.
Peace, peace. Pure Nature.Virtue
God bless us with the choicest.  Raise us.