Castle Of Greed Poem by Jeremy Rodgers

Kings sitting on top thrones of ivory
sheep with chunks of flesh missing
wool piled high in forgotten storerooms
overcome with greed but more by controlling them
secret bedsheets stained in blood
harlots never tell the public
slaves give all they have and come to confession
behind each door stands a Jesuit
give all your money and maybe you'll be blessed
purgatory is your glory in the end
sheep with masks of dead men's bones
carving out their living by stealing souls
furnishing the graveyard with extra gravestones
smiling as they welcome you home
on the inside ravening wolves
haven't you ever studied the oath?
oh, maybe they've gone a new one
but nothing's new under the sun
and right when you think the evil's gone
peace and safety never comes
show their fangs, show their claws
what's new in Babylon?
Who's the hater, they say it's me
but who's destroying everybody?
I'm just crying for their souls
I'm not using night arrows.
It's not too late to turn around
even Alberto wears a crown
remember the guy who was persecuting God's people?
God used him to help fight evil.
They're not traitors just 'cause people say
they've just found a better way
and there's always a better way
then bringing other's to their grave
you know Jesus shed His blood
to show us how much He loves us
so why kill when we can love?
Death doesn't lift you up
and you'll find out soon enough
because these are the end of days
when the world burns up in flames
and God destroys the Castle of Greed.