On Sunday, some go to the house of illusions
It’s built on delusions, on your life, its intrusions
Say the good in humans and all of the love
Must come from some mysterious power up above.
Sinner, REPENT, you are nothing but scum
The snake oil we sell you take’s 10% of the sum
Of all of your work, and all of your toils
If you don’t pay the rent, in a lake of fire you’ll boil.
So indoctrinate your children, teach them not to think
From the start their potential will suddenly shrink.
Hate the sin, not the sinner, you pray, as you prey
On the abominations that genetics made gay
The millions of starving, all part of God’s plan
While you kneel to pray for a raise and more land.
So preach down to the sinners, from way up on high
As they wonder why the beam is stuck in your eye
Pass on your prejudice and pass on your hate,
If heaven existed, you’d be barred at the gate.
By Josh Wilson 7-18-10