Religious Wounds

Don't dare joke with their doctrine Nor raise it in a latrine Like had tried Goofing Kathrine Now melted like margarine! Their Doctrine not in bathrooms: Bathtubs never living rooms; Their camera can scenes zoom, As one body choose your doom! One they won't mind battering And one's tressure scattering; No rowing of one's bought boat No testing of one's new coat... You they shall tell with cleared throat " Your body shall in pond float!" Its Malice that won't Vanish; Evil thoughts they won't banish.