Synthetic Savior With a See Through Soul
The man at the pulpit is screaming at me
He calls me a fool and he calls me a fiend
But who is the monster? I just cannot tell
He'll be the one soon burning in Hell
He rants and he raves about death and disease
While shaking his fists and shouting his pleas
His eyes burn like acid
His words are like doom
From scapegoat to scapegoat he tears open wounds
He shepherds lost lambs then devours them whole
Still one day soon he will pay for their souls
Too many holes in his so called holiness
Now his crooked face drops and his blue eyes turn black
The serpent is smiling and set to attack
With venom and vengeance turning his dark devil days into neverending night
He screams now forever inside a bottomless hole
Good buy and good riddance to the synthetic savior with a see through soul
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