My immortal throne sits proud and clean.
Soon I’ll taint it with my unholy brown bean.
The turd slides out like a sinister snake.
It stinks of two thousand year old cake.
Oh lord, redeem my soul of brown.
Yours is the almighty caca crown.
The Spear of Boginus stabs my heart.
My soul is saved by your ghostly fart.
Ascending to heaven my saved bowel.
Then I forget to wipe and it dives to hell.