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The Business of Church (Ode) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
The business of church when properly done
Will put you to lurch upon holy buns
Like it did to sweet Andy, one Autumn morn
Caught mid han' shandy whilst flipping tru porn
His mother, she fainted, his father just moaned
Pastor Himler jus' panted as Both Organ's groaned
Andy was speaking tongues an nude as can be
Out the baptismal he hung his spent pud to pee
Nude an enchanted there under a stain glassed Jesu
Andy cursed and chanted "Fuck you all and that Jew"
Possessed, he let loose with a tenacious glub
All fled from their pews as he shat in tha' tub.
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