Am I compelled to abandon myself, Virgo?
Or my own, Sagittarius, with a helpless ‘No’?
And everything else that I adore
because evil unashamedly gatecrashes my door?
And the whole world’s selfishness causes me grief
They collude with evil, so I think I must leave!
The truth, as always, is hopelessly bereaved
This Eden fallen from the folly of all you Eves
And all your Saints dressed up in sparkling satin
to make you believe truth is in their dirty linen
I was sacrifice, not with the idea of selfish winning
It will be all your fallen souls that will keep briny brimming!
And I no longer wish to roll up my sleeves
to save you all from the deceiving (Saint) thief(ves)
For you all would rather eat from temptation’s trees
And, I swear, unlike you all, I’ll never fall to my knees!
I know your Pope is only an evil disguised as hope
He slithers in the convenience of moonlight’s scope
And I don’t blame Leo, but your Pope is a whore!
Mohammed’s cadaver washed up, and was resurrected on his shore!
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