Vaya Con Dios comme on est venu

Keep your homilies
Your psalms, your liturgies
Your Hail Marys
Your “Hail Marys”
Your rabbis, your imams
Your beards and your cassocks
Your calls for war
Disguised as prayers
Your hell and its flames
Your opinion of women
Who should veil their faces
Because their guys can't stand still
Who are called whores
By the very ones who knock them down
Your obsession with the impure
It doesn't There's only one thing we're sure of
As we came...
We'll leave again
Keep your hypocrisies
Your homophobia
Your paths cross
Your miters and your yarmulkes
Your verses your adages
Your pilgrimages
Your virgins and your martyrs
Your visions, your delusions
Keep your lamentations
Your preaching and your sermons
Your senile Holinesses
Your pedophile priests
Your relics, your processions
Your sacrifices, your excisions
Your angels and your gilding
There is only one thing of which we are sure
As we came...
We will leave again
For me do not say mass
Heaven and its promises
Do not concern me
Hell is down here
Keep your prophecies
Sinister litanies
Your proselytism
Your schisms, your catechisms
Keep your apostolates
Your caliphs and your mullahs
Your candles, your menorahs
Your professions of faith
Opus deists, jihadists
Baptists, messianists
Keep your impostures
There is only one thing of which we are sure
Like we came...
We will leave...