I found her gun lying beside the bedroom door

Her bible burnt and pages torn

Wine spilled out on the floor;

The holy men

That worship him

Traveled harsh and

Weathered land

Just to turn the

Other cheek

I found her dress stained with lord knows what

Her crosses bound in mud and dust

Burs caught on the filthy mutt;

Those lonely men

That worshipped him

Traveled harsh and

Righteous land

Just to tear them

From the weak

I found myself crying beside her grave

My crown has seen better days

Of this life, i am a slave...