Antipodi
25-08-2009, 01:45 AM
Holy Heroes
History tells of your holy trail
Yet you still give us all that crap laden pail
The crimes you committed in blasphemous Sincerity
So many miracles gave you prosperity
You cured a blind man and took his money
Each Mark you targeted thought you gave them such honey
Your life became dedicated to your false beliefs
Upon the pulpit your preached such hate
You called it love but many could not relate
Now you bedeck yourself in Pontifical lace
Whilst many starve just outside of your door ...such disgrace
Today we declare a new saint to be
Whilst they hang the heretic from the branch of a tree
Your vicious words make so many sad
Now love is begging at your door
So much suffering, starving and poor
You are overwhelmed by feelings of guilt
But you line your bank accounts ...filled to the hilt
You rewrote the good-book and left out a few things
Now their minds are manipulated and captured by the rings
You are an enigma worshiped by many who think you are a god
There is a day when you will truly shake
The last day of Earth when the spirit comes to take
All that have suffered , are lonely and worn
This world is almost done and Nature is forlorn
O wretched waste you act so benign and humble
Yet  your cities are crumbling in their own greed waste
Darkness is upon us ...and there's a sulfur air taste
History tells of your holy trail
Yet you still give us all that crap laden pail
The crimes you committed in blasphemous Sincerity
So many miracles gave you prosperity
You cured a blind man and took his money
Each Mark you targeted thought you gave them such honey
Your life became dedicated to your false beliefs
Upon the pulpit your preached such hate
You called it love but many could not relate
Now you bedeck yourself in Pontifical lace
Whilst many starve just outside of your door ...such disgrace
Today we declare a new saint to be
Whilst they hang the heretic from the branch of a tree
Your vicious words make so many sad
Now love is begging at your door
So much suffering, starving and poor
You are overwhelmed by feelings of guilt
But you line your bank accounts ...filled to the hilt
You rewrote the good-book and left out a few things
Now their minds are manipulated and captured by the rings
You are an enigma worshiped by many who think you are a god
There is a day when you will truly shake
The last day of Earth when the spirit comes to take
All that have suffered , are lonely and worn
This world is almost done and Nature is forlorn
O wretched waste you act so benign and humble
Yet  your cities are crumbling in their own greed waste
Darkness is upon us ...and there's a sulfur air taste