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The stage is set my friends for the playthat never ends -this comedy we call the Church Bizzare,once you enetr you are bound to findsalvation by the pound,assured the more you pay the nearer Godyou are.
Your mouth so paralysed with fear youdare not speak,your eyes so blind and hypnotised youcannot weep,so blinkered to reality that you nolonger care,that profit is the prophet of corruptionand despair.
Bring on the dancers -bring on the clowns,who invite you to ride on theirmerry-go-rounds,they make the money and they make the rules,you '
Born-
Again-
Christians' are born again fools.THE EVANGELIST PRAYER:
God of wealth and God of might guide meto your paradise,for many lives were bought and sold that
I may walk your streets of gold,though my heart is cold and still I restin peace my pockets filled,and bear the smile of one who knowsthrough God's Love my cup overflows.A 'salvation salesman's dream -guillible to the extreme,easy pickings for the charm and 'savoir faire',of these charlatans and theives whosedelight is to decieve - all the fools whostill believe they really care.
And if all the Devil's minions were letloose to do their will,I think they'd be hard pressed to matchin diabolic skill,the wickedness and treachery of this evangelic horde,who sheler their corruption with the banner of their Lord.(
Repeat 3 & 4)
The curtain never falls on the show that has it all,taken in you can't begin to see their lies,for the people who are clapping are the ones who will be laughingat your fate,they just can't wait to bleed you dry.
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