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:
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
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.
