The church bizarre - by Sabbat

This stage is set my friend for the play that never ends,

This, comedy we call the church bizarre,

Once you enter you are bound to find

Salvation by the pound,

Assured the more you pay they nearer the to God you are.

 

Your mouth so paralyzed with fear you dare not speak,

Your eyes so blind hypnotize you cannot weep,

So blinkered to reality that you no longer care,

That profit is the profit of corruption and despair.

 

Bring on the dancers - bring on the clowns,

who invite you to ride on their merry- go-rounds,

They make the money and they make the rules,

You “Born-again-Christians” are born again fools

 

The EVANGELIST’S PRAYER:

  God of wealth and God of might guide me to your paradise,

For many lives have were bought and sold that I may walk your streets of gold,

Though my heart is cold and still I rest in peace by pockets filled,

And bear the smile of one who knows

through God's love my cup overflows.

 

A "salvation salesman's" dream gullible to the extreme,

Easy pickings for the charm and ‘savoir faire’,

of these charlatans and thieves whose

delight is to deceive - all the fools who

still believe there really care.

 

and if all the devil's minions were let loose to do their will,

I think they'd be hard pressed to match in diabolical Skill,

The wickedness and Treachery of this evangelic horde,

who shelter their corruption with the banner of their lord.

 

Bring on the dancers-

Bring on the clowns

Who invite you ride on their merry-go-round

they make the money and they make the rules

you born- again- Christians are born again fools

 

 The EVANGELIST PRAYER:

God of wealth and God of might guide me to your paradise,

For many lives were bought and sold that I may walk your streets of gold,

Though my heart is coal and still I rest 

in peace by pockets filled,

and bear the smile of one who knows

Through God's love my cup overflows.

 

The curtain never falls on the show that has is all,

taken in you can't begin to see their lies, 

for the people you are clapping are the ones that will be laughing 

at your fate,

They just can't wait to bleed you dry.


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