Virtueless

As I walk

Into the sea

Never quite who

I wanted to be

I know that faith,

Hope and charity

All just proved

Too much for me

#5 The Preacher

Soon our saviour will return

To wash my sins away

So until that time

My only crime

Will be to sit around and pray

Faithless

You say you’re ever loving

Yet your cruelty holds no bounds

If you care as much

As they tell me

Then why do you make me frown

An Irish Confirmation

When he spoke

The congregation gasped

For what they heard

Could not be grasped

As the Saint he uttered

When the priest had asked

Was Judas

Then in the carnage, basked

The Godless Ones

Some find it easier to deify

Rules bestowed from up high

And trust in his miraculous plan

But I feel it wiser

To be your own advisor

Than rely on the thoughts of a man

Vaya Con Dios

Is this why we were put here

She said

To worship his favourite son?

I’m fucked if I know

He said

So let’s just have some fun

False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That
all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

Hail Mary

You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands

I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans

Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression

Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession

Absolution

Perhaps
this is
all I
deserve

And I
should
expect
more

For
penance
has to
be paid

To
those
my love
I swore

All Religion Is A Cult

I
see
you
standing
up there

Before
those
huge
stained
glasses

Conjuring
up
your
scripture

Designed
to
terrify
the
masses

You
may
well
fool
some
people

Maybe
the ill
or weak
of mind

But
I’ll
be free
of you
one day

Leaving
the
bullshit
you
preach
behind

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