The
cult in religion
It
drags the good name down
Into
the pit of burning hole
There
is no end to its cry
The
scriptures of truth
The
cult members twist it around
Burying
their faces dare not see the light
The
have sold their souls to get power
With
it comes wealth
The
cult members laugh and dance
Around
the fire thinking they have rights
Until
the devil lord wants their souls
There
the flight of panic
The
campfire never dies
It
burns scorching light
The
tearing of skin alive
Is
it worth the game?
For
short term gain
The
delusion of fame
It
is better to be kind and humble
There
the paradise smile
It
should be that way flowing with scriptures
Cement
the ties of good deeds
The
rewards are many in paradise
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