In god's name palaces built under him moved their place
In his wake - the synod horrenda - crippled by death
The accused would meet no defense
His stained glass shape's halo raped in god's name
Mutilated / stripped / daylight unlit in his wake
To face judge, jury and post-humous executioner
Tear him from his place in the soil
The river would take the old corpse
Tear him from his place in the sky
Raised up by the hands of the faithful...
Tear his body from its resting place - his final act of healing
Would you even listen?
It's not the hand of god, but your builders (your works)
Who will bring the collapse of your structures

These people
These people believe in his holy ghost bless me
Touch me with the ring on your finger
Turn me to gold
Turn me to dust
Release me from this vessel and let me holy spirit
Raise past the sky
Raise me to heaven, and find me guilty, condemn me
Stare past my flesh, stare past my rotting skin
As you wish - your eminence
The seat is yours - your eminence
And all those who appeared in court that day
Would never forget the look in his eyes
Or the manner in which he spoke and what rings
True in what was said, will live on ... and on ...