The leopard (Pard Leo) in the Vatican is a lame duck not Leo
Those ventriloquists behind the scenes have orchestrated all the Theo
They claimed the lie, hijacked and hid the truth, misrepresented all that is Deo
And you know the fish they kept for two millennia is not at all yellow
You know all the saints that murdered and pillaged got the Christian halos
Not to mention that the Church’s tall steeples were built on blood of Pagan fellows
Just like the deep sea from beyond Pluto wiped out the civilisation on Mars hollow
Now, the Church is looking desperately for the spaceship headed from that watery below
Your good Saint Paul hijacked the light, to become your stalwart and knight
Did he spread the word, blurred with lies – left, centre and right!
And your evil Church can count on him to eternally treacherise James the Just
But it is not James’ golden truth but Paul’s iron(y) of lies that will gather all the rust