I was born some years ago in a small back room in Pimlico
In later years I became a man of the cloth
My brother is however a gangster
He often visits me in my church
To confess his many sins
Of late the Gangster Wars
Have erupted again
There have been many killings
My brothers life is in danger
So he has asked me for advice
I was on holiday in Scarborough
When he found me in a modest retreat
I advised him to kill or be killed and then kill again
That was the only way forward
God had advised me in my prayers