Some men pray in this Temple of Trust
and then prey on kids for love and lust.
A sanctuary of seduction,
is this Catholic construction.
Youth is grabbed by holy tales,
which are as hard as Jesus' nails.
Aaron's rod becomes a snake,
spitting poison for God's sake.
The next date is Sunday's Eve
when she'll bite in Adam's apples.
Children change in this chapel,
making us wonder what to believe.
"It's a matter of fate, I declare."
say those who have vowed to get none.
They grab other people's sons
like the dreaded devil may care.
The cult of Cross crosses lines,
making the earth and Chris cross.
Sick servants of the big Boss
keep this twisted love enshrined.
They must confess, those chaplains!
But they're mute like Charlie Chaplin.
We must not kill or use His name in vain,
but can we abuse and inflict grave pain?