We’ll take our blessings from the priest
With cups of blood — we’ll drink it neat.
Or maybe just a hint of soda … We shall
Walk across the water. Slaughter calves
And make a mess, we’ll hold a mass.
We’ll speak in tounges, We’ll break the
Bread. We’ll count the crumbs. Yum yum!
[we’re] Reciting psalms ..
We’ll testify that we have seen the Christ!
We touched his scars. We licked his tears.
We felt his anger — pledged we’ll raise a
Spear for a Spear of Destiny. Our destiny’s
To drown the doubters, cleave the cheats … to
Burn the sinners in the street. Do you
Feel that holy fire, brother?
