They speak of God and Gods caress
as they bleed each soul and heart to death
men in hats and robes of silk
destroy our faith with all they milk…
they hold out hands and beg for more
as children die so weak and poor
then line their house with wealth of gold
while poor men weep from feeling cold
these men of faith are all the same
they live off all the souls they've slain
then slowly feed on all those left…
by promising hope… instead of death!
