Oh father, kneel before me in the dark
in cassock black just like the carrion crow
who feeds upon the dead and leaves his mark
I now shall gather all the ill you sowed.
Christ crucified above the altar I
called by the evil dwelling in your soul
your hunger for my hunger, lie for lie,
shall empty fill an ever empty hole.
Their prayers have summoned me to your confession
whose office bought their silence and their hate
oh little man your sickening obsession
has called me here and opened the dark gate.
descending from my cross before your eyes
I take your soul unshriven as you die.
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