No Exit From Narthex Major

A setting sun brings the Inquisition

My Torquemada twilight

Apathetic Knights ride on butchered horses

Armed with silver swords

and bloody crosses

Ridding the playgrounds and municipal buildings

of punk ass bitches and psychedelic witches

Demonologists from the Department of Health

Announced an edict to bathe in Holy Water

And read The Bible on public transportation

A Pandemic of Cults scorched the planet

God tinkered with His chemistry set

And it blew up in the face of Science

Gilded Ghouls taunt us from their vast estates

There’s no vaccine against being a jerk

The bars have been shuttered for weeks

I think I will write an opera