Steeples, under which some people
used to celebrate Easter, but that world
is missing, because we are kissing
such large gatherings a “goodbye!”
Why? We don’t want to die.
Too bad if your mission is Christian.

Hunker away from the people,
though you hunger for a boy or a girl.
Perhaps you’re cursin’ (just cursin’)
or some frustration nursin’ (frustration you are nursin’).

You’re reeling through this life sole (no mate, soul).
It’s a shame, but that’s your role.
You can’t hang out in church
cursed are you to not be with these people,
people under steeples.
With luck, you won’t meet them in the next world.

Stay away from your church;
lurch not to find people under steeples (steer clear of steeples)
People under steeples…
out of luck in this f*cked-up diseased world.