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My religion is a lie.
All those wasted Sunday mornings; wrinkled hands against flailing legs
Angry because the fabric made them itch. All Christian girls wore them,
Made the illusion of good hearted folk more convincing.
The big hats and sharp suits, crooked smiles on the same lips
That had praised God while commiting adultery
Sung the words of gospel as we slandered the gospel
People whom cherry pick what we want to believe,
Wallow around in our sin without accountability.
Hail a jewish woman, praise the dead men, confess sins to a sinner. Don’t cut your hair, marry several women...
Hundreds of ways to praise God?
One gospel established…yet hundreds of gospels followed
One gospel established…yet hundreds of gospels followed
No law.
No law.
This is spiritual anarchy.
We boast of our God; the atheist are right - we don’t believe in him either.
Our actions condemn us.
I handed my soul over for damnation; afriad to dirty their robes,
These are soiled.
My religion is disgusting.
Thousands gored to death, fields of blood, women burned for witchcraft
Crucifixes crusaded in red, the righteous slaughtered by the corrupted
A brazen proclaim against God -
Men who think they have the authority of God
Vows of celibacy broken by grotesque acts of lust; immorality pleasing of sin
These same men honored as holy kings. These same people said to be of God.
The devil is in the churches.
The devil is in the churches.
Everything is false because the devil is in the churches.
How hypocritical I was, for proclaiming one God when I honored many.
Glorify the gods in secret.
Glorify the gods in secret.
Saturn, Eostre, the god of Samhain
Our deceptive tongues call Christmas, Easter, All Saints Day;
Idolize these crosses made of wood, symbols stolen from Egypt we call holy.
The children spit on their Father’s death and love what killed him.
Bow to Baal.
Hail Tammuz.
Praise Isis and Horus.
Know the roots before you feast off the tree
For the fruit was forbidden, and with this the serpent strikes them down.
I laid my head on Father’s lap a night when he allowed me to;
From the Bride’s lips fell their truth.
My religon is a lie.
My God is not.