Sweat flies from a televangelist behind an opaque pulpit. Standing
on a pedestal-like stage, his diamond studded gold watch clangs
like coins in a passing offering plate. The key to salvation can
only be found in his book. Only $24.99 for the next
fifty callers but wait there's more; the holy oil is free
of sin and can get you closer
to Him. Words of prosperity pour out of his mouth
like cymbals.
God wants you to be rich.
An artist sings and head-bangs, performing gospel rock
music. Fans flock and fall like flies as he shows
the way through symphonic words. Strings of the heart
pull toward each note escaping
his melodious mouth. Hosanna in the highest
record deal. Lyrics of goodness drown
in rhythmic drums beating louder.
God wants you to buy the CD.
A man pokes and judges through the blasting of his bull
horn. Words fly and crush. A place in hell is assured
for everyone. Matters of the heart are shrouded by darkness in the light
of outward appearances. Angry screams of condemnation crash
with hisses and squeaks of the megaphone.
God doesn't love you so much.
And I look up, wondering if He weeps.
His love lost in the noise.
on a pedestal-like stage, his diamond studded gold watch clangs
like coins in a passing offering plate. The key to salvation can
only be found in his book. Only $24.99 for the next
fifty callers but wait there's more; the holy oil is free
of sin and can get you closer
to Him. Words of prosperity pour out of his mouth
like cymbals.
God wants you to be rich.
An artist sings and head-bangs, performing gospel rock
music. Fans flock and fall like flies as he shows
the way through symphonic words. Strings of the heart
pull toward each note escaping
his melodious mouth. Hosanna in the highest
record deal. Lyrics of goodness drown
in rhythmic drums beating louder.
God wants you to buy the CD.
A man pokes and judges through the blasting of his bull
horn. Words fly and crush. A place in hell is assured
for everyone. Matters of the heart are shrouded by darkness in the light
of outward appearances. Angry screams of condemnation crash
with hisses and squeaks of the megaphone.
God doesn't love you so much.
And I look up, wondering if He weeps.
His love lost in the noise.
