I'm the crimes of your clerical heart,
the things that keep you awake in the dark,
I'm the confessions choked down at your throat.
A mockery of all the verses you quote.
Oh clergy man I know what you have been upto,
When you thought no one was there to see you.
Over your crimes, do your prayers outshine?
The lies and sins your bread and wine.
Soak them and swallow, call it your communion.
Your lord and your liaisons,
will leave you until you are your only companion.
Sing to your children what a terrible man you are,
Smile and hug them, knowing they are safer when afar.
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