At the altar you stand on a pedestal so tall
Quoting scripture from a book to follow must all
Invade new territory to preach your gall
Forcing ancient peoples with peril to submit and crawl
Claiming you come in peace
Amass your riches and covet thy gold
Storing untold wealth in your treasure trove
Pleading poverty as you stretch an arm for more
Your bank like your collar act the whore
To the flock you intend to fleece
Little boys and girls are placed in your care
Their innocence stolen from the comfort of your lair
To speak of this they must not dare
Or else eternal damnation shall be theirs
As you push them to your knees
Standing watch adorned in mystical cloaks
You preside over minions their life is sworn
Investing their trust in the words of your tome
Never seeing the predator nor his mouth of foam
In his sparkling eyes they must believe
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