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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Men of the Flame Men of the flame, Basking in the aura of fame So confident with signs and wonders Proclaiming to raise the dead and heal the lame. They cast, bind evil spirits tame One even said; "God is game" Is this offerings for God or the priest- Whose deceit thrives under God's name? They feed upon the people's emotion; Men who believed signs and wonders was the only solution. Shabbily clad in penury's pad Those offerings dropped; just to seek God's attention. To them they came like men heavily laden And to those they came their minds hidden Winning the poor man's soul to messiah's gate While theirs was the devil's haven. Hallelujah! Voices echoed loud Strange incantations ransack the misty cloud. Tongues twisting, bodies falling Only God alone knows what lies beneath their mystery shroud. Deceit must thrive over religion Tell the truth; there goes religious rebellion So, trick will do the trip An antidote to amuse the desperate congregation. Prosperity opens the sermon's door; "...He never created you to be poor" Cars donated, empty bags with cash impregnated Still they filled it more and more. I thought salvation was free That we need not bribe our way you and me. "Thou shalt not tell lie;" But why do these men refuse to call a bee a bee? The air around us is dosed with sin Followers in rags, leaders draped in suits covering their skin In seclusion alcohol and fornication is no longer ungodly But to us they are forbidden. We have heard of your festival of fire And the cars and jets you acquire. The veil of servitude as blidfolded our thoughts Hoping for divine favour when we retire. Men of the flame The world knows your name carved in devil's corsive someday, you shall go back to the fire from whence you came.
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