Haven't you seen them? 
Preaching and teaching
Scolding and haranguing
Fighting and crying
Praying...
Both faces playing
That time honored holier than though game
The righteous phonies
In his name

Despite being aggressively sold
It's not on sale
Look up!
Inhale the grand scale
There's no end to this misconstrued religious pie
Every clique
Has a finger on a select portion of the sky
Loving their fellowmen
And in the same breath
Slaughtering them in bunches times ten
In the fear monger's corner 
He is so wrong
Damned to a darkness eons long
While on pompous street 
He is always right
Beatific in an eternal light
Each hand swearing 
By the hook and the crook
The gospel truth 
Solely from this and that book
They're taking it all in vain
Spreading hatred and "love"
In his name

It's a source of glory and earthly fame
These gun toting, bible thumping middlemen
They have no damn shame
They lie and kill
In his name
They will
Steal and deceive
In his name 
They destroy and save
Baptizing Eve and sending
Adam to an early violent grave
In his name 
Near and far
They hoodwink the sheep
And wage self-serving war
Then have the nerve to tearfully claim
Justification and redemption
In his name 

Heaven for them and hell for me
Says who?
It's Grade A Tomfoolery
Collusion and illusion
The subtle and not so subtle hypocrisy
Fiends in every type of disguise
Ass-deep in piety
Clean hands with bloody stains
Cleansing hands banishing non existent pains
Where is it really
The sacred line
Between rogue and divine?
It's hopelessly blurred
The precious word
The modern sword
One foot toppling the neighbor's throne
As you carefully nurture yours
Guess who'll be harvesting the bile you've sown?
You are clearly 
Dear missionary
Making a mockery
Of something you do not understand
Behold 
On the holy ground on which you claim to now stand
The lion called wild and the lamb called tame
Spreading equivalent messages
In his name

It's a power trip
Climbing and crawling 
kneeling and wheeling
Up the tower of Babylon
Unable to see the walls crumbling
Down
Or hear the “truth” crashing
White foam on shrouded sound 
Blind and deaf it seems
As the ends justifies the means
Powered by undiluted zealotry
They are much too busy
Politicking the status quo
Lusting and thrusting
Bumping and grinding
Saving and destroying
Praising and cursing
Generally bullshitting
Themselves and us
Out of sight and in plane
Anything goes, as long as it is…
In his name

It's an excuse that someday won't fly
Beneath this
Or any other sky

I am the malefic Versifier
NecroWmancer


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