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about holy men in hell

 

Holy Men in Hell

It only takes paying a little attention to tell

That by the time 
the old preachers 
get to heaven 
it will be full 
as hell

And St. Peter will have to take them aside 
And explain with a sigh 
of someone who’s done this before 

saying sorry 
But we don’t let holy men in anymore 

We just don’t have the beds 
You see too many children,
They ended up dead 

Do you remember that war? 
What was it you said?

Something about sacred freedoms
and warriors of Christ to be lead?

About how you heard 
the new voice of the old 
angry god in your head? 

And instead 
of seeing more of God’s children, 
God’s children saw red. 

Even after that disgrace 
Maybe,
Maybe, 
there still would have been space 

But we looked into all those gay kids 
who kept killing themselves 
while crying.

To try and find out why 
so many were dying

And as it turns out 
their tears were holy water 

And they mixed with their blood 
the same way Christ’s did 
When it fell from the cross 

And we found out who taught them 
That they were damned 
and disgusting 
and hopeless 
and lost 

And I know,
I know,
I know what you thought 
That your prayers would protect you 
Could pay any cost 

But so did the blessed boys 
Preyed upon while they prayed 
raped and abused 
With only cold crucifixes for comfort

And they came here confused 
with anger and scars 
That we just couldn’t refuse

So we gave them the places 
That you could have used 

And then St. Peter will stop 
But only because he ran out of breath

And the old preachers will wail
And demand 
And break down 
And question the plan 
And where god can be found 

They’ll say they were just doing 
What they were told was right 
That for every soul darkened 
They led 1000 to light 

They’ll beg 
And they’ll plead 
And the foolish will fight 

And St. Peter will again sigh 
Shake his head
And drag his keys across the gate 

And it will open only the smallest sliver
So before they ever have the pleasure 
to look upon his face 
A vengeful Father will have the pleasure
to send them down to their fate