Motivated by a pernicious superstition, Blood flows thick but money thicker, What is the mission ? Drowned out by the ocean of liquor. Cure the sick, impoverished, us high achievers Cure the mind of those non-believers, Calcutta to Castilla, Fingers crossed at the helm of the axilla. Oh our saint, Paul the leader, Pushing against those murderous mind readers. Ragheads, Heathens and Zhyds, Those names our father forbid. Equality is a myth, Founded and preached, By those herewith, Only one way salvation will truly be reached. Gutierrez, Luther, Hume Why no nom de plume ? Dante determined the fate, To go against the mandate. Gaudium et spes MarÃa de los Dolores López “Fight the real enemy†Those damned inventors of alchemy. Who are the ones with true power ? Those in the ivory tower ?