the cremation of bishop magee

(Lines written after liberal atheistic scoundrels in the Judiciary and Media with the collaboration of their infiltrator Archbishop Diarmuid Martin, contrived to force the resignation of Bishop Joseph Magee as part of their ongoing persecution of the Catholic Church and their attempts to enslave Ireland to the pleasure ethic.)

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There are strange things done

Neath the Dublin sun

By the liberals who moil for souls

They prance and they preen

On Stephens Green

And shove copies of the Irish Times up each others' holes

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Oh the Dublin lights

Have seen queer sights

But the strangest they ever did see

Was that night when the bores

Of Dublin Four

Cremated Bishop Magee

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For this is the law of the liberal

That only the strong shall thrive

And the only god ye shall worship

Is Tony O'Reilly's latest trophy wife

And the only morality ye shall espouse

Is twisted Maoist jive

Erupting from the mouth of Vincent Brown

And his every other orifize

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A group of Sunday Independent journos

Were whooping it up

In the Malamute Saloon

Erectile Ian O'Doherty

Was playing a rag time tune

He plinked and he plonked

On the old honky tonk

And his melody was dire and astray

Like a brain dead moron

He just kept goin

My God how that man couldn't play

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Bishop Magee wandered into town

And went to the local saloon

And spoke in truth the word of God

Amid that passle of liberal goons

He'd spent a lifetime doing good

But a lifetime don't matter here

For the law of the liberal is the law of the jibe

The inuendo the lie and the sneer

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Over by the window

A clown from the Indo

Was writing his weekly colyoom

Against Bishops and Priests

And religious feasts

He was looking to stage a pogroom

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And over by the door

Sat an Irish Times whore

The lady known as Geradine Kennedy

She looked with an eye

As big as a pie

On the Bishop she wished to defenestrate.

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Back of the bar

In a solo game

Lurked soviet infiltrator Archbishop Diarmuid Martin

Whose every expectoration

Brought wild adulation

From the pianist, the clown and the whore

And watching his luck

Was his light of love

The liberal known as John Cooney

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And as one they all shouted

As one they all chanted

That Bishop Magee must go

And they roared like a throng of Nazis

And they struck him

A coward's blow

And they cheered for the shame they had wrought on the world

And they jeered like a pack of hounds

And they roared for the death of a man who was good

Whose reputation they stomped in the ground

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Soviet Archbishop Diarmuid Martin bought drinks for the house

And O'Doherty continued to play

And John Cooney lingered by the patio

And watched as the mob drank at bay

And Geraldine Kennedy paid herself an annual salary

A little above four hundred grand

And Tony O'Reilly ordered up another trophy wife

One consummately hoorishly bland

And the Irish Times lost millions last year alone

And Independent Newspapers borrowed two billion from gangster banks

And Yvonne Murphy and the liberal Judges

Paid themselves something around a gazillion
While establishing revolving door prisons for murderous mafia skanks

Though the country was broke

The liberals betoke

That they ain't never gonna go short

While we're all losin

They're drinkin and boozin

And murdering Bishops for sport

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Yes there's strange things done

Neath the Dublin sun

By the liberals with the gaping maw

They've hoored away

Our patrimony

But will they like sharia law?