When you were a nun did you wish you were homeless?
When you smiled to know god was on your side
did the devil make you sick with envy?
or
When you were up in the monastery
did you forget what humans love?
Pain and filth?
Were there secrets under you habit?
My habits are pure, and my heart is light yellow colour.
Filled with beer and smiling.
My lungs look black to you but I cant see them
and neither can your god.
When you were a nun did you wish you could pay 7 dollars
to get sick?
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