Four dead Jesuits,
now confirmed as child
molesters, but when alive
these monsters’ crimes,
were covered in
obfuscation.
And when they passed,
were the Last Rites recited
and are they buried
in sanctified grounds?
May their rest be as
unrestful as their
victims lives and
and the fitful sleep
of their confessors.
When people know you lack their ego
They assimilate in dens of evil
Sanctified swine proliferates
Condescending it pontificates
Assuming you're not with a friend
That leads you to what never ends
That's when they know the gig is up
The Jesuits will call your bluff
Was proved upon the shores of yonder
Escaping from the iron fist of plenty
It may seem like I said too much
Though freedoms ring can never be snuffed
You'll see it in the eyes of few
And if you listen you'll gain the truth
Atrocities committed on mankind
Have happened since there has been time
And so you must repent and sing
The song of love God's kingdom brings
*I had to make another account because the email originally used isn't available and I got no response on recovering it so here's my poem about freedom hope you enjoy thank you for reading :) P.S. my grandfather 7 generations ago was the oldest combatant in the revolutionary war he was beaten, bludgeoned and bayoneted several and shot in the face with a musket then left for dead he then at 78 years old killed 3 British soldiers with his bare hands and lived to the ripe age of 96*
When people know you lack their ego
They assimilate in dens of evil
Sanctified swine proliferates
Condescending it pontificates
Assuming you're not with a friend
That leads you to what never ends
That's when they know the gig is up
The Jesuits will call your bluff
Was proved upon the shores of yonder
Escaping from the iron fist of plenty
It may seem like I said too much
Though freedoms ring can never be snuffed
You'll see it in the eyes of few
And if you listen you'll gain the truth
Atrocities committed on mankind
Have happened since there has been time
And so you must repent and sing
The song of love God's kingdom brings
on a velocipede against traffic pedaling hands free texting cyberspace
at the last minute the millipede with its mani pedi went to the stratosphere
to meet the dog up there.
What to be found you ask me raised by the jesuits
if I know my gum it is juicy fruity
for the cat to lick and god forbid the swallowing
what a nougat were the carmelites
if not caramel of a camel to carry the load
of fear the mighty ruler under the knees
and so raised by the carmelites
and my brothers by the jesuits
we have brains and look me in the eyes
and learn from me not to fear hell
as I swim a river of tears
to reach a deluge as the red sea was never parted
but the war continues
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