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?