So now you claimed
your victory
In the name of
Our Father up above

Meanwhile you were removing the cross
from your shoulders
and raising it high wearing ****** gloves

You became an empire
demanding praise as if you were a God
All the while trampling down the insignificant and burying under sod

You pass a silver plate expecting food for your selfish thoughts
Without your permission Heaven can't be bought

You pray to lifeless idols made by mortal man
Meanwhile gathering flocks of gold and herds of mansions while flying your jets across the land .

Your fields of salvation
are stuble that fires of justice will race through

Not even releasing enough heat to warm your heart or bones
from the coming cold evening's dew