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Pagans
Grab those bibles
to thump those cysts,
We'll assist and insist
in this kissing
of the vicious six,
Don't you know
that we're vile?
We worship the ones
we should forget
and we smile,
and we sing,
and we clap,
Our community
seems so serene
and if you can't agree
you're exiled to
the wilds with
the witches
the spys
and thieves,
Unholy roller,
Pious puke,
Seasoned trickster
you dabble in the lake
and drag out his
guts until he's saved,
faithful controller
paddling the river styx
to steal fire for the pulpit
to spread ire among
those who will witness,
We all detest that cracked
half-hearted hello you
can't stop trying to extend,
Pretense is an offense for
the ones who stay suspended,
Buy a ticket for a show thats
always open ended for interpretation,
Grab a seat and watch these
snake handlers,
evangelist,
and holy men sing
and dance to move you
toward a falsity,
I've met them,
Vermined teeth locked
behind a devil's grin,
First to sin
last to admit it,
Enjoy the show
when they lay hands on
the ill who soon quake,
the wooden boards shake,
their eyes peel back, lips moving
speaking tounges and forsaking
fake devils,
"For, Baal!"
"For, Mephisto!"
"For, Baphomet!"
"For, Lilith!"
The crowd so awstruck
in waves fanning
and the confidence is sung,
That girl still can't walk,
The old man is soaked
with age and you give
him hope without focus,
The holy ghost with the most
can't stop this show from choking,
Blood moon revival
for your survival and mine
we must admit to truth
of much more ancient things,
The stars for starters,
the Earth, our mother,
and then ourselves,
you're more holy than you know,
we're so god damn powerful,
lets believe in each other,
if her body was a temple
i was put there to pray,
we shed the shackles to see it
but were not entertained enough to stay
