This is currently a work in progress...trying to evaluate the themes and then working on the meter and vocabulary for punch.
His face was set like stone
A grimace and a growl
I'll pray this prayer to atone
For the priests liturgical foul
A careful examiner of the Mass
He only goes to the perfect church
Vising others with a magnifying glass
Instead of praying, he sits on a perch
He thought love was in the rubric
When it was really written on the heart
Wormwood played him a good trick
How pitiable the man in the dark
Take note you unhappy churchman
because the imperfectly consecrated hand
Can still fan the flame
That is meant to light the land
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