Let the ministers weep,
For the world is perplexed and chaotic;
Stomachs beaten to stupor,
Tears drained to rivers, and rivers to seas,
Oceans turning against the sinking ship.
Weep! Oh! Ministers Weep
For your dearest soul's revival
Is in a conundrum of hope and fear;
Where dragons, pythons, and cankerworms feed,
And the hunter's instruments of honour in denial.
Let the ministers weep
For the church is in trouble;
Hit the waters and box the rocks for the sake of the sheep,
Let the firmament doff to your esoteric bubble
For the banner of victory is tighten on your shoulders.
Oh! My beloved, weep!
Bones are eating bones
Eyes are becoming enemies with nose,
The tongue against the teeth
In an odious pernicious battle of supremacy.
Weep! Weep! Oh! Heaven's Mouthpiece
Let your cries be thunderously heard
Against the oddities ravaging man's glorious home,
Scurrilously sending our damsels six feet below;
Only a unison of rocket Amen can lift this peril.
