• That day, oh that day
    the village, t'was dry.

    The River flew and flew,
    with a bang, much more rush,
    it blasted through.

    The people prayed,
    God didn't answer,
    throughout may

    And soon, people lost hope.
    Soon, they forgot Pope.

    To this day, that village knew best,
    and became a bunch of Atheists.

    God was mad,
    against the fad,
    he struck them hard,
    they rebelled and farced.

    Children died and they stayed strong,
    God loosened the bond.
    More and more,
    they grew poor.

    And God gave up,
    his ideals, usurped.