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Behold the ultimate in child abuse and violation.

Why was your manhood deprived?

Mutilation and removal of the genitalia by the church physicians, thus defiled.

When I was a child, I thought I had endured it all.

But what I'd been through made me stronger than all.

What you went through at the hands of priests can't be undone.

It's a metaphor for what we all go through, castrated by adults of this world.

God slept, Jesus wept, and the Spirit has left the scene of the crime.

God slept, Jesus wept, and the Trinity is deaf to all the children's cries.

Young voices so tender and sweet, preserve them for eternity.

The boys choir shall grow but shall not age.

Bittersweet hymns to soothe all of the Saved.

You'll cry to Heaven.

But nothing can undo what has been done.

Time to get even.

Pray for the strength to do what must be done.

You'll cry to Heaven

But no one hears you scream.

What have you now become

And who would do this evil thing to me?

God slept, Jesus wept, and the Spirit has left the scene of the crime.

God slept, Jesus wept, and the Trinity is deaf to all the children's cries.

Young voices so tender and sweet, preserve them for eternity.

The boys choir shall grow but shall not age.

Bittersweet hymns to soothe all of the Saved.

When personal morality and responsibility

have atrophied and died in a lethargic litany

When God and the Church decide for you these things

All things become possible through Him, unspeakable things.

The congregations come to hear the choirboys sing

And the Castrata were heard across all of Italy

In all their glory and in their high pitched tenor

A gift given to them, truly belies their age.

It salves my soul to hear them sing.

Truly a thing deranged within the Church insane.

Tie the child down and spread his legs

Gauze in your mouth, seven years of age.

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord

The eunuchs of Christ sing to be heard

Daggers are raised once again to take revenge

On those who did this evil thing.

I believe that we will never be free until the end of time.

I know this will go on forever until the end of time.

You cried as a lost child of God but God never heard you.

You had the faith of a child (disabused of child-like faith)

and a child you will forever be.