Pious Fraud from Unforgiving Years by EXTRICATE

Vanity of vanities,
what is your faith but the most ravenous vanity?
For it makes you so callous and cruel,
so unlike he whose name you desecrate.

Did he not say the peacemakers are the children of god
or that love is the fulfillment of the law,
and that false prophets shall be known by the fruits they bear?
Thus what are you, but a bastard tilling barren fields?

As you fleece your flock to cushion your throne and cast the poor from your door,
the mantle of your priesthood becomes a mere disguise,
for your savior said “whatsoever you do unto the least of these,
that you do unto me”

so remember your hands plant the crown of thorns- antichrist,
these twisted works lay bare your heart.
Your hands drive in the nails- antichrist,
this innocent blood erodes your mask.

As you butcher the dove to feather your nest while praising the prince of peace,
the bells of your church become the drums of war,
feltching filthy lucre from the abyss of human misery,
driven by shameless greed, devoid of mercy

your hands plant the crown of thorns- antichrist,
these twisted works lay bare your heart.
Your hands drive in the nails- antichrist,
this innocent blood erodes your mask.

Power is your only religion,
Your scripture is a fig leaf over corruption.
Mammon is the God you serve
with a forked tongue that speaks only lies, you pious fraud.

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