Once they took all they could
mocking God with each sin
pretending that he gave favor
to appetites of the flesh

greed for what's near at hand
disregard for human rights
even those held by those we love
all is forgiven in power's realm

alliances become the deity
put on altars of consequence
invoked with a knowing wink
liturgy of lust's conquests

when decorum would exclude
manners held by dogma's rules
the club is formed by the men
boys at heart with thirst to quench

forever lost to Satan's grasp
forgetting to salve the troubled mind
moving forward on the path
towards a judgment or to death

hoping the secrets will remain
beneath the mantle of power's lies
fearing sins, once par for course
will see the to light, evoke the fall.

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