Transformation is the devil’s act
Transubstantiation a Christian pact
That one did broker with our great nation
And was made master to head the nation
As master, claws he did pop out
Giving the nation to the draught
Like a master throwing his dog a bone
Which draught now hits hard this nation like stone
When we brought him in, we hailed, “Master, Master!”
Now wanting him out, we cry, “Monster, Monster!”
Knowing now what to think
Would you told us one thing:
Beauty, hiding cloak for monsters!
Ugly thoughts to have of masters!
They the devil’s acts condone
Hoping to have pact undone!
Ordering high corruption
They would we have communion
Praying for corruption incorruptible
As if there is nothing inevitable!
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