The neighborhood would never be the same.
If evil is anything it is change.
The convent was carried up to heaven
In clouds of demolition smoke.

I swear the trees were trembling
And the people were afraid.
Rose garden and grotto gripped
Hallowed ground and bled.

I saw the sad sisters of the order
Wander off in strange disorder,
Though the Devil survived his shattered grave,
Hobbling from the ruined conclave.