Mutiny
Of
Thy
Bounty
The lion roars
The storm hits shores
A Bishop stands alone
His blood he pours
For scores and scores
To bring them to His Throne
But witless whores
Seduce through doors
With moans and groans their tone
While Christ deplores
ALL mutinous bores
Who make His Church their own!
Of
Thy
Bounty
The lion roars
The storm hits shores
A Bishop stands alone
His blood he pours
For scores and scores
To bring them to His Throne
But witless whores
Seduce through doors
With moans and groans their tone
While Christ deplores
ALL mutinous bores
Who make His Church their own!


