Father In Christ
by Nevada Kerr

High and mighty Jezebel
Demoralizing Rome
Plunder the Bishop's palace
Take back the Papal throne

Spear the clerics to the quick
Like dry fruit on a stick
Tear out their poisoned roots
Exhume them brick by brick

Maiden rack and wheel
Spike them with your iron heel
Your croaking voice reveals
What their pampered lips conceal

Hell born Venus grinding bones
Fill them full of dread
They fret and fume awaiting doom
When your fallen angels wed

Hag seer from the waiting deep
Drag them from their beds
These open graves provide no sleep
Only cloisters for the dead

Written by Nevada Kerr
25th April 2002.