Sisterhood - Notre Dame

He sought cover on that rainy Sunday night

Where no-man had sat his foot for a long, long time

A lonesome chapel on a desolate moor

Shortly after he slept by the fire-place

Awoke as god has made him there on the floor

By a female falsetto at the break of dawn

A half-choked «haven't you seen a man before!!?»

When he saw the blushing nuns of the sisterhood… nunsense!

He was in fact a carpenter’s son

But not that particular one

They surely could use the strong hands of a handyman

To repair the leaking roof against food and a warm bed…

(he had plenty to choose from)

That once so poor choir improved miraculously

As if someone had popped the cork and let the spirit free

They didn’t know how empty they were, until they were filled

Underneath every veil there was a women concealed

A faint scent of au de cologne in the air

Damnation!

That man has turned this place into a Vanity Fair 666 !!!

Sister Mary was caught in a Linda Blair-ish activity with a crucifix

— crush it!!!

Waiting for his resurrection…

…PS.

Those belts of chastité was destroyed cause

Their faith had swallowed the key if one man shall

Lay their puzzle, he’s in possession of the missing

(piece) what the good book says is not too good

According to this sisterhood