A Catholic Speaks Out

I’m through with cover-ups, I’m through with Rome,
To think that I believed them all these years,
From now on I’ll worship God at home
And bid an end to all my childish fears,
Fears I learned in school where we were crammed
With all the shit the men in black prescribed,
Anyone who questioned them was damned,
They raised their poisoned cup and we imbibed.
I’m through with cover-ups, I’m through with Rome,
The thought police can’t reach me now I’m free,
And though I love the art of spire and dome,
The ritual and all it means to me,
I’m through with cover-ups, I’m through with Rome,
From now on I’ll worship God at home.

Gabriel Fitzmaurice

The High Council by Wolfgang Lettl