Ancient and lifeless, like god's perfect idols

The statues looked down and unspeaking saw

The hypocrisy uttered within these four walls

Is this the palace of a just god at all?



For many were the wars we saw, many fought and

died

God's kingdom prospered upon those corpses

piled high

Giving sanctimony to slaughter, the churches

killed for christ

We saw that their religion was the hand that

held the knife



Now the altar is silent and claimed by the

dust

This building crumbles from disuse and

mistrust

The annals of infamy attest to the last great

truth

Religion is a whore (and we the fools)!