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May 2018
By: Cedric McCleser

Jesus rode into Galilee
On an ***
But today’s televangelists
Want to fly fast
To spread his word
If you were to ask
But who are they really
Behind the mask

54 million,
One’s looking for,
So he can fly everywhere
To spread the word more
He must not have heard of
The internet for sure
Or maybe he’s just greedy
Down to his core

He wants his now
Never mind the hereafter
Which provokes the angel’s
Celestial laughter
‘Cuz he’ll have no place
Up there with his Master
No floating on clouds
Made of alabaster

Many are called
But few are chosen
I see the hell fire
About to close in
Those greedy *******
Need their bank accounts frozen
They’re just hypocrites
Counting money that flows in






Cedric McClester, Copyright  © 2018.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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