Morbid Vatican, By Brian37

Bad enough

Are all the claims

Of magic births

And surviving rigor mortis

Bad enough

They ignore

Clear polythism

In their monotheism

Worship of Mary

Worship of saints

But digging up graves

To give skeleton's praise?

This is nothing

But a "Hall of fame"

The sport superstition

Credulity the game

Meanwhile condoms

Get condemnatioin

African's die

From bad avice

They took a body

Out of the tomb

Incantations

Filling the room

And yet still

Pope after pope

Life after life

Nothing stops humans dying

What is productive

About all this

Futile and superflous

Doing absolutely nothing

It is witchcraft

Voodoo thought

Crossing one's fingers

And nothing more

Scowling they will

Of my blasphemy

Calling them on

Morbid absurdity

A dead body

Holding a magic wand

To become the middle man

Between followers and god

Thats what Saints do

God is too busy to do it all by himself

So he needs secretaries

To handle his calls

And to make him a Saint

They worship bones

The pixie dust

Keeps him on the throne

All the Saints

In their history

Are patrons Saints

Of absurdity