Rebuilding Valhalla

March toward your apostasy
Oh, vanguard of the slums
Crave to raise new precedents
Beat impious drums

The pulse of Sunday morning
The culpable may rise
To learn the factual history
Of those it calls despised

But deviate your discord
And fall right in to line
You'll see the Great Pretension
 Of Insincerities' crime

Renew then all your furies
And find the missing Word
Lost under marble basilicas
And tons of cleansing dirt

The snake is on the heal
The heel is on His head
The villainy in you
The angels themselves dread.