Holy Mausoleum
In the House of the Dead,
There are coffins for pews as
The casket doors open, the
Chorus of corpses sing with
Their arms raised High in the air
There is Shouting, Praising,
Falling Out, Dancing, Prophesying
While the Dead Preacher calls
For the Spirit of the Lord to
Enter into the place, Instead,
A cold bitter breeze and toxic
Air mingle with the stench of
Death-Religiosity and Hypocrisy
Slap the Living in the face-
We must embrace our own slavery!
In the House of the Dead,
The pulpit is decorated with
Lies like withered flowers,
There are whips and chains
Made from torn pages of the Bible.
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