Requiem of a Dirty Mind

 

I

Give up your murder, and open your spirits;

don't relent thy prayers, even when zealots gnashing

tooth at your Wills, for your foreskins they rivet.

Who cares, how dirty was your minds or misgiven

was your bodies stature. I'll be Bible bashing

your skull in some sense, for Jesus loves thee, start mashing

your bars, for it's time to Worship like you're livid!

II

Its time to teabag the devil and start your angry smurfing;

for Jesus grants you new skill sets and armour to be standing!

Give up your past sorrow, don't look back on Sodom, farthing

for your ears, and food for thought, Gomorrah stalking –

Jesus loves thee, and makes you fishermen of Kings landing!

All your midgets shall be like mountains, all women branding

their lion hearts. Come in Peace, be at Calvary casting!

III

It's a good day to die, let go of your past and be a Hero;

Jesus wants you to be Superman, now rejoice Newborn.

You, the brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers, sub-zeroes

of Christ; blessed be, who exalts the Gospel, ye Leroy's!

Take up your Cross, your shield and sword, to war-torn

places seek your guidance, to aid the orphan and scorn;

the widow and bitch, who got booted by the deacon.

IV

Worship in ashes, be in Christ salutant;

ye, who love death more than well-fare.

May your light guide many to faith; shant

it, when the World wishes to prank

your fervour, offer them your solemn dare:

“In Christ all sins have been quenched bare;

those, wicked now as Saints shall count!”