Rome

Let us consider the Papist
Oh the truth he must twist

The Romish church is apostate
Doctrine they do fabricate

Their beloved Magisterium
Belongs in a sanitarium

They worship Mary and the saints
Practicing idolatry that taints

Their pope sits on a throne of sin
He let the Devil in

Their blasphemous mass
I must pass

Their popes are not infallible at all
They all will fall

Come out of her my people
Though you may be feeble

Repent and believe the gospel today
You will soon be on your way

Depart the church of Rome
Thus ends my poem

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024