Count with your fingers and toes
Endless numbers of the vile
The callous Greed of all those
Who feigned people with their wiles.
Diamond rosaries on hand
A kiss on the Pope's hand and ring
'Glory be's' that may mute the stand
Of what's Right...and justify stealing.
Robin Hoods who fill their pockets
Money from the people's own blood
To church they give with no regrets-
To them it's not a sin against God.
Distorted values that abound
Religion has fed their dark minds
This futility in our land is found
The root of Corruption we find.
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