Cathedral of adultery
In the forest of lechery
Semen in the baptismal font
Where infants can't survive

No light has ever entered
The forest of lechery
Nothing but tombstones breed
Pregnant infants is reality

Forest of lechery
Where the only blood
Is infant menstruation

The priests will have
Their mental satisfaction
When they choke infants
With sanitary napkins

Lift the lid
Of the sepulchral chamber
Let in the light
The first light that place has seen

Breathing the same air
As the horny priests
Who laid the infants to rest
Those infants they've baptized in sperm

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