She said no she couldn't marry, for she was married to the Christ
So then people grabbed upon her and removed her flowing robe
For she must be mad to be so self righteous or perhaps foolish
To say she was Christ's alone was idolatry, she wasn't his equal
Thereupon the crowd exposed her flesh, to steal from her dignity
Then spent her days in a brothel to be used, like others will be
By a punishment she might learn to be humble, know her place
Saint Agnes was not a fool, she was not mad, only devoted
And the world has been forever mad, to think none can be
In a world of madness, what would saints need to believe
