False Prophet

You stand upon your podium A face upon the TV screen Preaching to the masses Telling them only you can set them free Preying on their faith As they blindly believe Lay your lying hands on them Asking them to receive You act as though You were sent directly from His descent As you easily distort All the messages that He sent But I do not believe The Lord wanted you to get rich Off the words that He preached As you practice a new pitch Living in your house of gold While they come to you from the street Do you even really care About the people that you meet A wolf in sheep’s clothing As you hide behind your lies A false prophet as you speak Another piece of faith has died May you repent for what you’ve done And beg forgiveness for you sins For when you arrive at the gates of Heaven St. Peter will not let you in The End By Greg P