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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