A million children died,children of beloved renown.
Silent spite.
Holy rite.
Shepherds flocks.
Vicars frocks.
Three Wii Men.
We three Kings of Haunting and War.
Will you Kings donate your crowns?
Oh little drink of bed time cheer.
When will Horlicks get up here?
Faith of our Fathers,time for a rethink?
the Vatican hotline’s on the blink.
God test thee,holy gentlemen.
Wait till Jesus comes again.
Was Mary after a council flat?
Oh,yes,Joseph mentioned that.
God didn’t marry her, for if he had.
He’d have had to buy her,her own pad.
Fancy,Jesus is illegitimate.
Make sure he gets no benefits
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Oh,mother’s mind is in full spate.
where will it all end at this rate?
Why did God not want to wed?
I don’t know,he never said.
But someone told me he is dead.
That’s just a rumour some nerd spread.
God is still in us today.
But something always blocks His say.
How my heart sings 