Mother Mary

You might think he’s your saviour    
Because of his mystical behaviour      
He amazed folks on his travels, especially Mary, a nonnative    
Made the upper-class take a bit too much notice      
They nailed him thru his flesh, for fcuk sake    
Then hung him out on a cross to sun-bake    
     
Imagine no communication        
Could we hear you, or would we go insane?      
No reason for speech or retaliation        
A poisonous arrow of man      
Imagine all the harmony      
Sleeping without a wink of pain      
     
But, because I’m the only one with a conscience I know
Whilst, living this life, without to much fuss    
I pray most days, that the spirit would join us      
And, mother Mary could miraculously, procreate another son    
Otherwise, I’m all done, so get me out of this god forsaken enclosure.