the pope, he was drunk
And he was hiding behind the crimson room.
He was a holy man
No more.
We need his confession
As the world who confessed to him.
Up at the highest floor,
Venture forth for his version.
They wouldn't let us see him.
He was a busy man.
At the top of the tower
He works with his minions.
No one believed us.
If they only saw with their own eyes,
How he walked as drunk men do
Up to his crimson red covered room.
1 comment:
sa mga makakabasa po nito, wla po itong katotohanan, inspired lang po ito ng aking napanaginipan kagabi. =p
pasensya na kung phony...ahahha!
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