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!