Heaven Burns from the Inside
They say it is, but I never see
Words from them, words for me
Venial sins, mortal deeds
Hallow what the preacher reads
They separate on race and creed
Their lustful hearts abound with greed
The fallow fields lack of seed
A prophet’s testament to heed
A ministry of lies and hate
No thinking, no breathing, no debate
The problems we face, they don’t abate
Rewrite the commandments on the slate
May God punish them for what they speak
May He burn them inside-out and let havoc reek
May at the Devil’s call they do retreat
To their gorgeous homes on Satan street
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