The Turin Shroud veils the cloud
Hanging over the pious crowd
Hanging heads in mocking shame
Clasping hands in ambitious aims for gain
Mysterious voices of miraculous choices
Turin Shrouds for fevered brows
Soluble cures for extremist aches
Another dead god sits and bakes
Rising from the stenching dread
Politely hoping they’re not dead
In search of eternal bliss
The gods spit out their perilous piss
In search of an eternal light
To guard against the death of the night
Shrouds encapsulate
Propaganda perpetrate
Religious bills for bilious religious contingents
The Turin Shroud hangs glibly on the continent