2025

 

Bloody is the hand that does nothing to help

Bloody is the tongue that does nothing but serve themselves

Bloody is the eye that refuses to awake

Bloody is the mind that only desecrates

 

Your body is the temple

The congregation the steeple

The people the lamb

The butcher the devil

 

But what if God is the real evil

 

What if your love is the cause for so much hate

What if your word is the reason for shame

What if your embrace is the source of the pain

Your righteous self-importance the only true blame

 

You preach that white is what’s pure

When in reality its brown, black, and all hues

You ignore those that are different

While congratulating yourselves in your pews

 

Smiles filled with venom

Fascism running through veins

Join them or die

Yet in the end we still get blamed

 

What were you wearing

You should have been straight

Go back to your home country

Lock away the ‘insane’

 

Religious psychosis controls the mind

Celebrating a rapture

In a Death Cult

Made from lies

 

Blood is spilled and they pretend to mourn

The goal posts are moved

They erase the score

So follow along little, little sheep

 

For it is time to go right back to sleep