On The Altar Of Evil Poem by Adams King

The dooms and glooms
Of perilous time
Evil deeds and greed
From far and wide

There's nothing good
That turns bad in days
Unless pretentiously
It once started it ways

Flowers on bad soil
Will woefully wither
And a tree not planted
Will never stand forever

On the altar of evil
The gospel truth turn lies
This sheep are but wolves
At night demonically cries

I saw the saint and holy men
Drinking from unrighteousness
I saw a pulpit of strange spirit
Disguised in sacred sweetness

I saw that man teaching good
Practicing that which is bad
Sacrificing souls for power
Satanic harbinger devil's herald

Preachers of prosperity
Fathers to fools that dies
Yet from the holy book
They vomit their twisted lies

How dark a bright truth turns
To men with eyes but can't see
O you blind Bartimaeus
At the brink of a hill

Ruled by the dark angels
Where salvation is to be served
Men who once from heaven fell
Like lightening from above

Yet on this altar of evil
Congregations come to bow
Rendering offerings and tithes
Unaware of the gods they serve