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Saturday, March 10, 2012

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
***
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
***
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
***
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?



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