Whose Disciples?

Satan’s here,
The sheep sing and rejoice,
Though that’s not who they think they’re praising,
When they use their voice.

Sound asleep,
Even while wide awake,
Their very soul at stake,
Brainwashed they are,
Worshipping a creep,
Thinking He’s the shepherd of all sheep.

During this war,
They need His help,
Like never before,
They ask for a handout,
But it’s not who they think,
That has answered their call,
So they’ll need to make one more.

They think He’s come from up high,
But the guy is sly,
No way was He ever,
The One Who Lives In The Sky.

Masquerading,
As the One True Messiah,
And answering pleas,
When times are most dire,
He’s bending,
The unsuspecting,
To do His dirty work,
Going undercover,
Behind Law and Church.

Some gather together,
To glorify His name,
While others alone,
Play into His game,
Either way,
To His famous name they pray,
Thinking it’ll lead them,
To never ending sunny days.

He’s everywhere,
But white as snow – my fucking ass!
……….Religion’s a shady shitshow,
And unnecessary,
This I surely fucking know,
Yes they’ll end up with Him,
But it’ll be Down Below.

Be nice!
Be good!
Behave!
…………But be no one’s fucking slave!