You sow the seeds of endless chumps
and reap the weak with bible thumps
you cross your t's and dot your eyes
to fill the world with vapid lies
your judging ways are sick to death
your ignorance and praying breath
you profit from a confused land
that toils and dies to understand
Verse Part II
another preacher fakes
to focus on collection plates
another sheep to masterbate
in book of names by ivory gates
you're lost, you'll never find
a flock of sheep with rotting minds
the cost, is suffering
2000 years and more in time
Bridge Part???
and no one knows just what to do
and soon they'll set their sites on you
the ignorant all hide in mass
(while) they cook the books; revise the past
the winners write the lying tombs