Fire and brimstone fly as they preach Their horror stories of a swift-coming doom And their fury comes not from those they disdain But from their own guilt of their mockery of worship
Cathode-ray beggars drain the blood from their bibles Under the guise of protecting out virtue Using religion as a tool and a weapon Moral atrocities beyond compare
If the judgement day occured tomorrow They`d be the first to be ground into paste In a world of real fear, we don`t need their fiction Or their silver-lined promises of a life after this
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