The bells tolls every morning
It sends off to harken the city off their morning.
Red and blue the city remained
For some more or less debt to be paid in may.
Today is sunday, and church goers- going
loud and loud they would sing and dance
quite a shame,
for its all a trance.
For heaven's sake
none is good
no one left-off mistake.
The world itself is sweet as honey
but he came and died not even for a penny.
And now, our hearts we were asked to offer.
Bible and sword, was it to deepen his suffer?
There are too many churches
as too many pastors with fancy watches
For God's sake
they are all fake
we know, they know
but we must go for heaven's sake.
They mocked them
sent thousands of holy ghost fires upon them
to devoted pagans
thus, they were all good for nothing hooligans.
Tell me what i want to hear prophet,
i might as well tear my pocket.
We know, they know that we know
but we must go
for heaven's sake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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