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[ Politics & Religion ] 144,000 - 1
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
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