To Kill a Catholic
To kill a Catholic, man
It takes something out of God
The wit that it takes is not far from the truth
That death casts a kindershine
On mediocrity
What makes a word liable to start a fire?
In what distant land where they don't understand
Your definition of hell
They haven't forgotten this aside to the dying
A footnote to an epitaph
Best left as a P.S.
A life played for keeps in the grip of a fist
Then you're dragging it around
Like some damn crucifix
What makes a prayer leave this world stillborn?
Whose distant hearts are secretly warmed
By your definition of obsolescence?
They answered a battle cry so terribly strong
It would curdle your heart if you heard it sung
Heads are alive with a call to marches
A call to psalms My God
Je voix une croix
What makes a word liable to start a fire?
In what distant land where they don't understand
Your definition of hell
Autor(es): Matthew Grimson