Psuedo

Feed me O Heavenly Father,
Bearded one, feed!
I’ll grow mine longer,
There’s no further need.
Don’t sneak in the back now,
We’ll take it from here.
Walking and praying,
He’s now in the clear.
May I eat more now,
Or is there nothing left?
There’s cops in the church now,
That’s no holy fruit
Listening and shining,
Like a relic unlocked.
Listening and shining,
Like organs and trains.