Dead Religion

Priests decorated in the finest linen black silk robes

The church interior covered in platinum gold

Custom made cups over floweth with red wine and expensive olive oil

Congregation and choir dressed in robes acquired for royal

All talk and no action

The preacher's lips stunk with dead religion

Their words make victims out of those who listened

Confined to an emotional and mental prison

Church leaders communed with Satan at night

Designing tactics of trickery casting spells of witchery

In shock I am astounded that men are still bound

Entangled in Lucifer's web

While their women lay naked and molested in the serpent's bed

Their vessels are still broken

Ushers are aggressive salesmen

Accumulating one billion dollars a year inside their offering cups

Yet not one prophetic word is spoken

And the hungry and poor receive not one token

Nor a helping hand that's given

Evidence of negligence and neglect

These are signs!!!

These are signs I say!!!

These are signs!!!

OF DEAD RELIGION