I’ve had my doubts all along. Your head is bowed but I don’t believe you’re really praying because I’ve seen no sign that you believe a single word you’re mumbling.

There’s nothing that hints you’ve been touched by the light of an all loving one

A God of Empathy calling out from the shore,a line for those in need, the ones that you despise. Present to me a god of cruelty I’ll agree, yeah, you’re following faithfully.

God of Avarice, greed and gluttony, your darkest impulses, the fires all consuming.

To be saved by a final prayer, leaving all your sins behind, approaching the needle’s eye and dropping into endless fire.

God of Avarice greed and gluttony, your darkest impulses. The spite. God of Avarice, Greed and Gluttony, the darkest impulses, the fires all consuming.