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    All the seats at the Sunday masses
    Filled with the mass's massive asses
    Classes pass as fast as molasses
    Ceremonial reading glasses
    Read a little bit of Leviticus
    All the kids are a little too little for this
    All the parents nod in agreement
    I think I can vaguely see what he meant
    It's too early in the morning glory
    To read another allegory story
    The father, reads a little bit farther
    Assuring the assured that they need not bother
    When God, in verse 45, said that slaves are okay to buy
    He meant that people, all from the start
    Each have slaves within their hearts
    Things, that we have sold or boughten, that are forced to pick our moral cotton
    God calls us to set these free, free our hearts from slavery
    And then as God goes on to explain the logistics of buying and selling slaves

    (Uh, He—ju—the Bible's sorta like
    It's like, typos, didn't)

    In the back, I sit and I nod to the beats that are bumpin' from my iPod
    My God, they're starting to pray
    And over the music I can hear them say
    Dear God, dear lord, dear vague muscular man with a beard or a sword
    Dear good all-seeing being, my way or the highway Yahweh
    The blue-balled anti-masturbator, the great, all-loving faggot hater
    I'd like to thank your holy might for making me both rich and white
    And though this is your day of rest, I come to you with one request
    There's so much pain beyond this steeple
    Wars and drugs and homeless people
    Sadness, where there should be joy, hate and rape and Soulja Boy
    A world in darkness needs your light, so I'm sure your schedule's pretty tight
    But my dog just had surgery if you could fix that first
    Jesus?

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    Debra Messing's fingers in a holy place, "Hail Mary full of grace"

    Obama, could you pass some hope to the pope
    I know a couple dude's who wanna elope
    See the church said, "nope" so the bros can't cope
    (The bros can grope but the bros can't cope)
    They've been in love, they've been addicted
    Who said they shouldn't? Benedict did
    Cause in the holy land of the lord he's the holy landlord and dicks are evicted
    Cause you can be a benedict if you've been a dick under Benedict but
    You can't have benedicts because there's only one pope with only one dick
    What? Yeah, a dick on a pope is
    Just like a soap on a rope cause it's
    Pointless, unless in prison, throw up your bibles, Christ has risen
    Hallelujah, now it's raining men
    Because the gender ratio is 1 to 10
    Winos at the Eucharist station, trans-gendered-substantiation
    Jesus wasn't the messiah, get back I'm a heretic and I'm on fire
    It was Oedipus, those holy nights
    The holy motherfucking Christ
    I'm a blasphemer post-Katrina cruising the marina. On a crusade to cruise AIDS
    And blast FEMA
    You're too late, we're fucked we don't need ya

    Amen
    In the name of the father, son and holy ghost
    Head, shoulders, knees and toes
    Turn up your nose, strike that pose
    Hey, Macarena

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    Composición: Bo Burnham

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