Judgement day

A frozen angel stands upon the church steeple

Cold as the pews devoid of people

The priest looks out at January's snow

Soon, in his mind ........evil grows!

In, walks in an innocent child

Come, join our lovely quoir

Says the cleric in a creepy voice

The child runs out, he's made a good choice

Some people see this, and the priest pretends to pray

But God sees everything and he'll remember on judgement day