Body Of Christ

since the sun first shot it's rays across the sky

a darkness crept into mankind's wretched soul

in fear the weak first spawned the sanctimonious lie

that grew within their hearts demanding to control

from the void within their minds arose a fearsome god

cowering upon their knees they began a reign of guilt

jealously they coveted the freedom they once knew

but could not cast off the chains of servitude they'd built

for two thousand years or maybe more

the sacrificial blood has been shed

to appease the so-called Saviour

they pile high the corpses of the dead

their holy water cannot wash away

the price of freedom stained upon their hands

and the fear of their Judgement Day

it spread across the distant lands

our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy shame

thy kingdom come, the blood will run, enslaved on earth as in heaven

heal the blind so they will see

that their salvation is not for free...sinner!

the depth of their intolerance none can ever tell

thus began the inquisition

and the non-believers freedom they call the heathen's hell

the foundations of religious persecution

and those who seek, will surely find

and prey upon, those left behind.