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Hollywood, you're the great Harlot, who rides upon the BEAST
All nations are drunk who've tasted of your feast.
For hours on end, i sit and become numb,
as you glamorize the evil, within your kingdom.
Unreal life you have manufactured and shipped,
to a viewing audience whose minds you have ripped.
My head is left spinning, i must confess,
from your twisted visions of emotion and stress,
Images of pride and lust are cast from your mold,
if we don't receive them, we're left in the cold.
Our values and beliefs in your hands are like clay,
you throw back the sheets and invite us to lay.
Our families and homes you use for your womb,
to give birth to your sorcery and seal our doom.
Our children's minds you stake for your claim,
luring with your dark treasure of nocturnal fame.
You're covering our land with the darkness of old,
our hearts are failing and turning cold.
Your cup of magic is a subtle brew,
filled with doctrines of demons and lying spirits too.
Your hissing lie that falls on my ears,
says the wrath of God i should not fear.
They say the bottom of your cup has no end,
that there is a steady migrating of your disciples of sin.
The message in your movies is becoming quite clear,
it's the gospel of Jesus that you FEAR.
For there is no other weapon forged on this earth,
that can expose your impious and sardonic mirth.
There is one mightier than you, and HE'S coming back!!
From his judgement, he will cut you no slack.
His saints you've destroyed - will one day RISE,
and join with HIM throughout the skies.
These words i write - you know they're true,
there is a lake of fire and it's waiting for you.
Even so, come quickly, LORD JESUS !!
All nations are drunk who've tasted of your feast.
For hours on end, i sit and become numb,
as you glamorize the evil, within your kingdom.
Unreal life you have manufactured and shipped,
to a viewing audience whose minds you have ripped.
My head is left spinning, i must confess,
from your twisted visions of emotion and stress,
Images of pride and lust are cast from your mold,
if we don't receive them, we're left in the cold.
Our values and beliefs in your hands are like clay,
you throw back the sheets and invite us to lay.
Our families and homes you use for your womb,
to give birth to your sorcery and seal our doom.
Our children's minds you stake for your claim,
luring with your dark treasure of nocturnal fame.
You're covering our land with the darkness of old,
our hearts are failing and turning cold.
Your cup of magic is a subtle brew,
filled with doctrines of demons and lying spirits too.
Your hissing lie that falls on my ears,
says the wrath of God i should not fear.
They say the bottom of your cup has no end,
that there is a steady migrating of your disciples of sin.
The message in your movies is becoming quite clear,
it's the gospel of Jesus that you FEAR.
For there is no other weapon forged on this earth,
that can expose your impious and sardonic mirth.
There is one mightier than you, and HE'S coming back!!
From his judgement, he will cut you no slack.
His saints you've destroyed - will one day RISE,
and join with HIM throughout the skies.
These words i write - you know they're true,
there is a lake of fire and it's waiting for you.
Even so, come quickly, LORD JESUS !!