202 – A Sickened Saint

Loudly proclaiming "I'm Christian" 
Are the lousiest people I've met 
They've never won an award, nor 
Appear anywhere near podiums 
Just infinite losers who need 
An omnipotent God just to get 
A participation trophy in reality 

They pretend to read the good book 
Attempting to make a holy facade 
Like a mask for their dead soul 
That's rotting from the Inside-Out 
Spewing scripture like perfume 
To hide the stench of death breath  
Even worse than from a meth-head 

Preaching fire & brimstone unaware 
They should preach to their mirror 
Never have they read Revelations 
But choose to project condemnation  
To unaware ears who shouldn't hear 
Holy names & sacred scripture 'til 
Hearts encounter unconditional Love 

'til that moment, any unholy word 
Spoken in the name of your Lord 
Is the ego's Sin against Him, for 
You are no longer in God's service 
His name is in service to the ego 
Blasphemy's bastard born having 
Taken the Lord's Name in vain