Killer Nun

By Blacksburg

Vigorous is she, dedication to a tee

Cleaning, worshipping with every sweep

Habit covers all—the sword, the hand

But blood drips down and stains the sand

Holy sword from lake below

Ancient earth and relics grow

If evening brings a sinful bloke

Sister turns him to ashen smoke

And with the smoke, clean air it brings

As she goes to clean the King