Steeples

Blue skies, white churches and green fields
Violets and yellow daffodils
Steeples spew black plumes to the wind
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
The heavy red doors to the chapel
Newly painted by clergymen
Two stained glass windows of the crucifix
Frame the burning congregation

If hell won't deliver fire
I’ve got the match
If faith won’t denounce these monsters
Batten down thе hatch
If God won't protect us
We’ll have to bеcome our own shepherds
And topple the steeples

What's black and white and red all over?
Father Vile Childfucker
Blood atonement for his sins
The meek inherit and avenge
The flaming sword on which you’re falling
Is the cross you choose to bear

No god would allow this
No more asking forgiveness

If hell won't deliver fire
I’ve got the match
If faith won’t denounce these monsters
Batten down the hatch
If God won't protect us
We’ll have to become our own shepherds
And topple the steeples