Compulsive liars masquerade as aspiring messiahs
Bleeding their anuses dry of spiritual fabrications
Seducing the congregation into recollecting precarious scriptures
Targeting thousands of wallets to gain laudatory paychecks
Eradicating the commandments in their forlorn Bibles
As they gaze at the remarkably hollow skylines
Visions hazed by pecuniary benefit
Hearts lavished within a swamp of prolific avarice
Deliberately they scream ghost written sentences
Composed by the anonymous hands of the seven deadly sins
Yet they study and teach it as if it radiates truth
And these fools sing, dance and praise with no source of proof
In no way, shape or form are you spreading the
blessing
Marketing Jesus's memory as a get rich quick scheme
Offerings may circulate but never reach their destiny
Instead they fund your epicurean lifestyle
You swear with fraudulent passion that you care for the suffering
I say it's all just a front to protect your precious image
Another pretentious publicity stunt to elevate your ego
Suckering new members into your narcissistic precinct
I feel blithest to not be obliged to tithe
For the tithes help nobody but yourself
So why waste my wages paying your mortgage?
When I could invest in something of richer value?
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