when death came men cried aloud
where is god god spoke not
so men denied that death comes
drinking and eating but death came
god
no questions please…
the tomb’s been sealed tight
politics over god’s son
money’s to be made
cadillacs to be paid for
so now preachers prefer cash
they prefer trump’s cash
over heavenly rewards
so when they’re preaching
they prefer you just listen
as if trapped in a sealed tomb
don’t shoot the messenger…
lord
someone
needs to repent
i’m
not sure
who
but
given
how things
are
going
i’m
certain
you’re pissed off
about
something
now
i know
you’re divine
and
all knowing
and
such
but
could
i make
a small
suggestion
and
please don’t
put me
in the same
category
as
uzzah
but
since
none of us
have
touched
the ark
couldn’t
you just
strike down
those
who’ve
got their fingerprints
all
over
the golden pot
televangelists…
corpse evangelists
cannibals of god
feasting
on
the souls
of
their flock
using
the bound word
for
searing
the flesh
of
unborn children
to
solicit
silver coins
coins
used
fill their
private
martini glasses
bedtime story…
shards of metal
vaporized
olive oil
mixed
with
powdered concrete
all
in a burst
of
light
salty red taste
in
the mouth
the weight
of
a hundred men
on
the spine
gasping
for
air
prayers
to
that
merciful
god
once again three…
before the old man
stood
three altars
on
each altar
was
an offering
to the right
were
the crushed bodies
of
parents’ children
given
to a nation’s pride
to
the left
were prayer flags
and
written prayers
offerings
to
man’s creation
of
god
the center altar
seemed empty
but
it was said
that
it held
the souls
of
believers
offerings
to
an unseen god
offerings
of
a lifetime
with
no visible reward
for
the sacrifice made
only
what the heart
has lead
them
to offer
service
to
those
in need
the modern peter syndrome…
faithful church goers
talking ’bout others sins
but turn a blind eye
to all the president’s sins
thus denying their true god
