Make me into the murderer

Because I could never be a martyr

You'd have to be a saint

And to you I'm just a sinner



You hold the hands of all the blind

Yet leave when once they blunder

All you ever give this world

Is wrongs for them to warble



Your own sister is the harlot

Yet this grace you'll forever hoard

Each person is a tally sheet

And your religion; to keep score