Holy mass, full of sin,
Cheap incense, of cedar and ash,
Fresh air and smoke violently clash,
Worshippers consuming their savoir,
Cheap crackers without any flavor,
Watered down wine comes next,
Leaving a horrible taste on your breath,
Then you sit down and communion is done,
Until next Sunday when you restart the fun,
And pray to a god that doesn’t listen,
Way to busy with his own disposition. |
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