They stand on their pulpit,
to preach 'the Word'
speaking of things,
they themselves haven't 'heard.'
"Send us your money,
in hearty donations!"
as they scream out loud,
subliminal connotations.
Dressed to the nines
in Armani suits,
bejeweled in gold,
they rob the destitutes.
These false prophets
never practice what they say,
they have not a prayer
for those on which they prey.
Sitting on thrones,
of velvety red,
absorbing the power
that's gone to their heads.
Take from the poor,
to make themselves rich.
Using God for their purpose
to fool and bewitch.
Claiming to heal,
with a touch of their hand,
upon hired members
of their thieving band.
God never said,
'With money, I'll build!"
Its His word, His truth,
that shall be fulfilled!
Not those of such men,
who pillage believers.
They are not men of God,
but Satan's deceivers!
Someday they will answer,
this 'false-religion cartel'
and on that day...
they'll be preaching in Hell!