There is a religion that I don’t quite get,
A great bundle of confusion for me,
They don’t know the blindness they hath writ,
The servants of a great hypocrisy.

They shun idolatry with a distain,
Yet they line churches with a Latin Cross,
They speak of love and ease from mortal pain,
Yet they’re the first to fight, their win or loss.

They speak tolerance and good will towards men,
Yet they beat on those of different background,
They rub their sins off as that what has been,
Yet angels weep and their God has just frowned.

They are an Order of hypocrisy,
Tiresias and Delphi are their guides,
Through narrow minds and blind eyes will they see,
Their God is watching, and no sin hides.