Sinning Saints and Saintly Whores
Those claiming their religious pride
With snide invective speech,
Insult all those who don't abide
With what that pride might preach.
These sideshow barkers blowin' wind,
Who count the coin each night
Are parasites who preach on sin,
Like bloated beasts of blight.
They rant and bend the righteous word
To save new souls each day,
But words once used and often heard
Are soon to be passee.
Bring forth and save both rich and poor
Jehovah wants them back.
The sinning Saint and Saintly whore,
In danger of attack.
All children claimed by Christian fire
Must pray for God's good grace
To slay the sin of dark desire
That leads men to disgrace.
The preacher begs and then he pleads,
Conversion's case so clear,
Professing love for souls who need
Relief from grief and fear.
I say give all your wealth away
To prove great sacrifice.
From Tel Aviv to Rome today,
Divest and roll the dice.
Be prophets setting poor men free
And leave your gold charade.
Accumulate humility;
Not one cathedral saved.
No mighty crystal palace stands!
No Roman banks to own!
No ducat left in greedy hands
Worn down by tithes to bone.
Then I shall feed and comfort you
If you need board and bed,
For I will do what God would do
Before mankind is dead!
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