The way that we can split ourselves within
Is , in truth, the cause of grievous sin
The kindly doctor with his much loved wife
Experiments in Death Camps with his knife
On Sundays he takes in the Bread Divine
Washed down with God’s own Blood ,now changed to wine.
We would choose again to kill the Good
As madness rolls in overwhelming flood
Our forced conversions did not go down deep
Where dwells barbarian soul ,awake,asleep.
At times of strain the force of evil grows
To entertain us humans with its blows
What shall guide us in the time to come,
Since we murdered God and then his Son?
How my heart sings 