Some Saint

A saint told me to leave
What’s up your sleeve
I won't grieve
Because you can't believe

Well, he said that
At least it’s what
I concluded at
The end of his conversat

Ion the charged lion
Broke by his scion
Went to try on
New rationalization

The saint was wrong
I sung his song
Applauded by the throng
Who all along

Wanted to relieve
What they perceive
On Christmas eve
The tale they'll weave