Arson

Arson

Lo! The cathedral stands tall and proud
At night, encased in a white ghostly shroud
Little do the folk know
Of travesty in the dark catacombs below

The priests wear mantles snowy white
And carry staves with much delight
So all seems well and good in town
Until innocent children start to disappear or drown

The priests point to the local cult
But they are guilty not, whoever they exult
Still they die, in vain, in shame
So the clergy can continue their diabolical game

In catacombs below, the priests eat meat
Be it fast or be it feast
But this is meat not from game or stock
But from young ones snatched as from the mass they walk

One man only does this secret know
It arrived to him one evening by a message crow
The message quickly he picked up
Read it, and said: “Enough’s enough”

Bottles of oil, jars of black powder
He’ll turn the murdering priests to chowder
The church will burn and all inside
Incinerated, burnt and fried

Watch the fire burn, the flames roar
As priests come running out the door
Their lips still red from blood just spilt
They can do nothing to deny their guilt

The townsfolk spare no time for talk,
A gallows is constructed, out goes the message hawk
To tell the land of this evil doing,
So none more should lay in ruin

Onto the wooden stairs the priests are led
The mob cries, hungry for their heads
But they shall see no axe or rope tonight,
Ignite the evil priests, ignite!