Religious Decay

Confess the Sin of knowing
Palm the alter coin
Evil seeds are growing
Growing in your loin

Able bodies stacked for viewing
Scattered like wind blown chaff
Insatiable slaughter they will be perusing
prepare for unholy wrath

Snakes entwined like lovers'
Best while swallowed whole
So hide under the covers
As death consumes your soul

Apples rot on the limb
Fields lay fallow still
Preparations must begin
Prophesies must be fulfilled

You will eventually go His way
In His name you'll even kill
Why exist to only decay
With nothing to fulfill

Tend Love in your heart today
ONLY love can conquer sin
Now take that Love and give it away
And replenish your spirit again