Please preach to me, you master Godly man,
Voluminous with 'sumed light beacon spread
Throughout your much to large fat head of cram;
You deem my friends and me should all be dead.
You break the peace your lord held dear, you swine,
To damn with hate, with fear; to hide behind
A book so old the words ferment like wine,
You send the souls you save into the grind.
A sermon singeing angel wings with fire -
Ignoring worlds in front of you more real
Than salt of sodom; condemn the flock you hire
Reaching in the basket; slimy hands that steal.
Atop your stool of ego glass you reach -
Oh trip and fall, release your grasp you leech.