The Rump's Hipocrisy

We fasted first, then pray'd that War might cease,
When Praying would not serve, we paid for Peace,
And glad we had it so, and gave God thanks,
Which made the Irish play the Scotish Pranks.
Is there no God? let's put it to a Vote,
Is there no Church? some Fools say so by rote;
Is there no King, but Pym , for to assent
What shall be done by Act of Parliament?
No God, no Church, no King, then all were well,
If they could but Enact there were no Hell.
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