I want to be rich I want to have power I want my every thought To blossom and flower Into a new religion Like a room full of roses. I want to become A brand new Moses.
I would write such tales Of exciting breadth and scope That any non-believer would Have to be a brainless dope. I would invent angels, too That appear to save us all And appear and offer words That back up the worship call.
I will find someplace Where I could build a church; Leave all the naysayers In a theological lurch. I want to write new rules Maybe on tablets of gold And peddle my concept Until thousands are sold.
Then we can get stronger And create our own thing Where hand chosen leaders Can carry on like kings. Once they are chosen Their persons will be sacred. They will have God’s mandate, So no human can take it.
Of course we’ll do good things Like a religion really should. We’ll do charity and preaching And do a great amount of good. But what is most important And will really make us great Is to teach our people clearly Just who they have to hate.
If we don’t approve of them Heaven will simply be denied; Just like the Court of Gentiles. They’ll have to stay outside. Because I want a religion Where what I say will be fact And all of the true believers Will know exactly how to act.
(*WARNING! THIS POEM MAY OFFEND MEMBERS OF SOME RELIGIONS*)