This is a song about "Jesuit"

And though the present seemed unpleasant he asked to tell it for me

Technical definitely, lyrical seventies, minister guess to be,

I'm claimin up this game from the pain i administer

While you receive flaming arrows from my quiver while you minister

I can't explain the way it stays, i'm grateful my brain's already stained

A feeble, written from an ill minded saint,