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One hundred Forty-four thousand
Daughters and Sons  
ringing doorbells  
spreading the Word of God  
graced by the Lord to be Chosen Ones      
Recruiting on His behalf  
seems suspiciously odd    
 
There's something about the math  
that doesn't add up    
Pardon me if I don't care  
to drink from that cup
Will I really be special  
if I join in your cult?    
And if I don't, will your Master  
take it as an insult?    
   
I'm not leaving this Earth  
behind before my life is spent    
for this glossed over kingdom of yours---  

this rowboat of Michael's without any oars  
   
A hundred forty-four thousand minus one    
I refuse to believe Jesus was God's only son    
Your salespitch about the world going to Hell  
Why don't you find yourself another sucker to sell    
your rhetorical literature of an ill conceived Rapture    
selective quotations from the Book of Revelations    
all your trumpetings of an end to warring nations    
scare tactics of forecasted Tribulations    
 
Why don't you do your God a favor    
Stop pretending to be a savior    
You're more of a disgrace  
Time for you to be on your way  
Do you really want me
to say it to your face?  
   
No rest for the self annointed    
Don't be disappointed    
when you yourself aren't saved    
   
You better do some more reading    
about false prophets  
and their misleading---    
   
that's how the road to Hell is paved


Written by Anarchitect
Published | Edited 16th Jul 2020
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