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Your hollow hallowed holy halls spires breach the sky

 Expound on worthless doctrines obsessed with how and not the why

 Consumed by act and not the deed, follow through blind and dumb

 Drunk on holy wine and power ignorant and numb

 Better to burn behind hell's iron gates than rest upon your cross

 Yearning flames for eager flesh if that is my dignities cost

 Never will you pace the floors of your heavens holy halls

 For your prideful greed and ignorance are the greatest sins of all

 I will not kneel nor will I fear that the wrath of God is near

 Your holy scripts books of rites ancient fables worn and trite

 Father son holy ghost deified triad of which you boast

 Seek your guidance from the sky, silent God does not reply

 Intertwine wrath and love rain fire and brimstone from above

 Cast aspersion on man's sins wise man seeks a God within

 Looking back on ages past and witnessing your crimes

 Such wicked suffering and death

 Is what you have come to symbolize

 Forcing your theology down the throats of the unchaste

 Forging ideology with a sickle and a mace

 Man of the cloth speak to me of lechery and purity

 Reveal to me reality, absolve of all iniquity

 Grace me with divinity, revel in hypocrisy

 Relieve me of my liberty and rob me of my sanity

 Preach to me of honesty, persistent in this travesty

 Configuring validity to suit your Christianity

 So lacking in sagacity so pompous in your piety

 Existing so small-mindedly for your non-existent deity