Nuns With Guns

Nuns With Guns Sister Agnes blessed us with a slap Every time we talked or answered back It was like the hand of God reached down from heaven To numb the face, to see the error of our ways Shock waves and stars felt with every blow Nuns leave no marks or evidence or clues that show Being black robed ninjas through and through They become invisible when they shoot As time passes, nuns grow older, wear dark glasses Grow beards, thick ugly hairy under arms and smoke cigars Carry weapons to class and church Become bolder in their goals to convert the wicked Nuns with guns become more vicious It is the style of the day They hide rifles under long black gowns Next to the rosaries, used to strangle the young and dumb You can never have enough ammunition according to the nuns Say two Our Fathers, three Hail Mary’s and pray Make a good act of contrition We'll send you on your way God blesses everyone Nuns gun down the evil in need of exorcism In keeping with the Catechism Blessing Father, Son and Holy Spirit Before unloading in the victim More holes can only make you holy in the end Nuns with guns have more fun That's what they say while spraying everyone