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Singing from the hill

You can hear the singing,
Wafting across the bleak suburban vales.
From the new religious palace,
High upon the hill.
Calling to all of the faithful,
The down hearted and the ill.
~
Come into our welcoming arms,
Bring your family and your friends.
But remember to bring your money,
Or your credit cards; we’ll even take a cheque;
Because you know a ticket into heaven never comes cheap.
~
We can heal your broken heart,
Help you to walk once again.
Just don’t ask any of the hard questions,
Trust in our faith.
Don’t listen to the doubters,
Or the ones that we have turned away.
Because God truly loves you,
And wants you to be rich in every way.
~
So you just have to share our faith,
Follow the rules and listen to what we say;
And of coarse have the money to pay. 
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