Dead Religion

Dead Religion Priests decorated in the finest linen black silk robes The church interior covered in platinum gold Custom made cups over floweth with red wine and expensive olive oil Congregation and choir dressed in robs acquired for royal All talk and no action The preacher's lips stunk with dead religion Their words make victims out of those who listened Confined to an emotional and mental prison Church leaders communed with Satan at night Designing tactics of trickery casting spells of witchery In shock I am astounded that men are still bound Entangled in Lucifer's web While their women lay naked and molested in the serpent's bed Their vessels are still broken Ushers are aggressive salesmen Accumulating one billion dollars a year inside their offering cups Yet not one prophetic word is spoken And the hungry and poor receive not one token Nor a helping hand that's given Evidence of negligence and neglect These are signs! These are signs I say! These are signs! OF DEAD RELIGION