The Sermon of Mr. Brimstone Pt. 12 (The Citadel of Terrifying Testament)

 "Fed by throbbing flesh we are created to be born    
Or discarded on the flesh like Bukkake porn,    
 "We can call it the first taste of sin    
Of mama's sexual desire, begging for the dick to penetrate again,    
     
 "We are born alive, but journey to be dead    
As anti-life, to us is slowly being baby fed,    
 "Forming a black feces that is hard to shit out    
But release is inevitable when the grave is the end route,    
     
 "Understand. We are not born with knowledge, but taught      
And if we disobey, then an ass whoopin we bought,    
 "This was already incorporated within the master plan    
And when we realize the truth all we can say is goddamn,    
     
 "But many of us don't give a damn about God    
Because we feel he is doing a half-assed job,    
 "Wondering why the church is needed to shape our belief    
When some of the realist motherfuckas are out in the street,    
     
 "At least the pimp is real about exploiting pussy      
And the crackhead about lying and stealing for money,    
 "The drug dealer not caring who gets their intoxicating deal    
While the heartless assassin don't give a fuck who they kill,    
     
 "These are occupations that few will embrace    
While the sensitive motherfucka calls them a disgrace,    
 "The disgrace is judging an individual by their race    
Or being wrongfully accused, now a motherfucka has a case,    
     
 "Our souls will be hunted until the final doom    
Either by darkness or light-so who will consume?    
 "Evil. That will gladly enslave us with a twist    
Good. With eternal light that will shine on us like golden piss,    
     
 "Maybe hopeless escape is our life maze of torment    
Just like a single mother selling pussy to pay rent,    
 "Covering up our shame with self-inflicted false lies    
But the truth is always there stained between our thighs."