Religion can be somewhat stygian Often is as a matter of fact. It isn’t all fluffy clouds and saints. Like in their published tracts. Not all of the promises made Will ever come true for you. The miracles they talk about Are they facts? Very danged few.
Wail and sing hosanas Hail to the golden calf. How to tell who’s bananas? Separate wheat from chaff? Give lots of money to churches Buy many more holy chalices. We are such a poor country With far two few golden palaces.
Remember all Christians are holy No matter the evil they may do. They just confess it on Sunday And then they are better than you. And even though Muslims all came From the same book up to a point, They are all heathens and hell bound No righteous forehead to anoint.
Wail and sing hosanas Hail to the golden calf. How to tell who’s bananas? Separate wheat from chaff? Give lots of money to churches Buy many more holy chalices. We are such a poor country With far two few golden palaces.
Nobody gets to go to heaven Unless they are from the right church. Anyone not in that category will, The day of atonement, be left in the lurch. Remember their god is wrathful And will drown all your children for sure. So, unless you are “washed in the blood” You’re going to hell. There’s no cure.
Wail and sing hosanas Hail to the golden calf. How to tell who’s bananas? Separate wheat from chaff? Give lots of money to churches Buy many more holy chalices. We are such a poor country With far two few golden palaces.