Venture of the False Prophet
Wears blue in the day but red at night
evil motives intoxicate like wine
he is so holy even when he writes
but miserable when he secretly dine
the only job is increase in members
he gives the word mostly in half knowledge
the actual truth, very few remember
making the church be a dirty cottage
do as I say not how I abide
show on stage for money and bank to greet
the fire of anointing has long died
but the display of power still stays neat
the great command is to sincerely preach
bringing the hand of God to all’s reach.
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