Blood On Your Hands, God
So I went to this church
A priest was directing the service
Devotional songs were sung
Prayers were said
The whole service had one thing in common
They were praising the “Gods”…
Everyone reciting their books
Most of them don’t know what they’re singing
What they’re praying
What they want
What it really meant to be a believer
Those who don’t praise the Lord
Will face the wrath of the Lord
The Lord who created the world
The Lord who created humans
The Lord who loves you unconditionally
The All-Mighty needs our constant praise
The Omnipotent would destroy us
If prayers aren’t served every day
Oh how foolish are you, God
You wouldn’t live if no one prayed to you?
Very soon, you’ll die
Because humans are dying
Not naturally
The praises that humans deserve
You’re stealing them
The humans feel purposeless
“Well done man! You worked so hard!”
Is replaced by
“God has blessed you. Hallelujah!”
Hallelujah indeed
The blood is on your hands
The humans are angry
Pray they don’t abandon you
Oh the irony!!!
