Thank God For Dead Reverends
Thank God for Dead Reverends
By Elton Camp
It was when Fred Phelps was lying dead
That the word like this was cruelly said
It was written in bold red on a large sign
And held at his funeral in a picket line
Family looked at the reverend with despair
As he lay so still in his coffin over there
As they mourned, there could be no doubt
From a distance they heard the angry shout
“Others Phelps did judge and condemn
So now we are so happy to be rid of him.”
“He is experiencing the fate of a religious liar
And is now screaming in agony in blazing fire.”
“How could they be so cruel?” his family did say
Forgetting they’d done others the very same way
What will now become of Westboro Baptist Church
Without their leader, they have been left in the lurch
(No, he isn’t really dead.)
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