Bride of Christ, you are now bride to the priest.
Time to surrender your chastity.
Bear me a child of lechery.
Prostrate and tremble in fear.
You will now pay for your sins.
Pray and hope that God will hear as I am f**ing you.
Embryonic development:
The New slaves begin to shape, swelling the wombs of the nuns.
Illegitimate, yet with lies they are rationalized.
Procreation of a generation that's doomed.
When they're brought into this world they serve the purpose of the church.
Rape the ba*tard children then return them to the earth.
Born, then cla**ed, then sent to the Nursery of rape.
Newborn bodies bring glory to the church.
A fruitful harvest means a happy hierarchy;
they f** the children, then leave disposal up to me.
Within the crypt lies a rancid lime stone pit;
a putrid haven for bloated, murdered children.
As I pour the chemical catalyst to speed decay,
the cries of the living ones cease.
Now their melted skin lay draped on their scattered bones.
The maggots fester, consuming bodies faster,
and what remains is ground into the food for the new generation.
Bride of Christ, you are now bride to the priest.
Time to surrender your chastity.
Bear me a child of lechery.
Prostrate and tremble in fear.