My church

My church isn’t some stuffy building that reeks of nihilism
That comes equipped with a hazardous steeple
One that is always calling for more then just lighting to strike its congregations lives.
Didn't work for me. Got old quickly
You see, I wasn’t into paying just to seat
Viewing a over rated play with slight changes every 8^th day
Hell was a beautiful thing
Regrettably, the price to hear about it wasn’t adding up
Besides, scary flicks get me off a lot faster.
It’s all the same right?
A little virgin blood here, a little endless torture there
Give or take a savior or two
My new church could have been my living room.
Could have been but its not
You see, my new church has shinny-hypnotizing floors
It has aisles full of promises of fulfillment
Unbelievably I can actually touch these counterfeit promises
However, they come incased with metal or plastic shells with “technology” stringed through them
This then is incased in resilient packaging
A special gift sent down from the great trinity of corporations to test my limited patience
The hymns are harmonic ka-clings mixed with soft rock
In my new church when the Holy Ghost gets a hold of you, it will never let go
Buyer’s remorse is just a result of a lack of faith,
Once it got you, you can’t be held accountable for your action
Buying one thing is never good enough
How about two, three, or four,
You know that tingly feeling in your brain that comes along with a sense of accomplishments. Don’t fight it!
In my church, it’s the main draw in.
Trust me you aren’t a true “consumer” until you feel that even when you are bankrupt.
Hell is unpopularity and heaven will never be achieved.
That doesn’t deter me though,
Sale signs pop up every once a month like a daily communion to restore my faith in the church.
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