From Babylon to Zion (Poem)

From Babylon to Zion
To Babylon and back again
Break from all your suffering
Then turn around and fall again

Mother of Swine (Poem)

What a blasphemous twat she is
Mother of swine
Herder of pigs

She thinks she’s so special
Her bountiful trough
Legs wide open to all of her flock

She rivals Mount Zion with her two-timing beast
Luring peasants with wine-and-dine feasts