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Sunday or painday?
Confession or molestation?
Priest more like a pedophile.

(The Priest:)
Come to me confess,
your sins to I.
A member of God's clergy.
Pass the collection plate.
Contribute your innocence,
your dignity,your virginity!
Why thy question me?
Don't you have faith in God?
And me, a member of the clergy?
Come now.
My precious boys.
Come into my confession stall.
I'll take care of you all.

(The soiled innocent:)
Oh, the alter boys he loves.
Oh, those abused souls.
Too many decapitated doves.
Can you hear the jangle of the rosary?
He's coming for you! He's coming for me!
His lust is hidden by his Christianity crust.

(The devil in disguise:)
Oh, the alter boys.
They are so precious they are my toys.
There youthful hands, nailed and solied upon the cross!
Stolen innocence and purity,such a tragic loss!
Use religion as a weapon!
If you tell you'll rot in hell!
There tear stained eyes swell.

(The bloody doves:)
See the craziness in his eyes?
He can't except the fact that he likes guys.
So he preys.
Feasts upon the alter boys.
Crucifixion.
Seduction.
Humilation.
Manipulation
Depression.
Confusion.
Decapitation.
Oh, the alter boys.
How he uses them.
They fear.
They horribly indear.
For they don't want to go to hell.
So they don't tell.

(The Bitter youths:)
The preist.
Is the disease.
The fucking sicko!
He will rot in hell.
He will never see heavens glow.
For he has sinned.
Not like you and I.
He has abused.
He has used.
He has bruised.
He has choosed.
He has loosed.

(The unforgiving:)
Oh, the alter boys.
They will never forget.
His bloody stigmata hands.
Oh, the alter boys.
Well always fear.
The church.
The ministry.
The nunnery.
The convent.
The temple.
The clergy.
The baptist.
The priest.
The bishop.
The father.
The son.
The holy spirit.
But most of all,
the alter boys hate God.