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Title: Religious Pollution
Post by: Ras_Kwame on June 12, 2005, 07:16:14 PM
RELIGIOUS POLLUTION
Protect the Lord God thy God
From the pollution of hypocrisy
Turn the corner of every second street
In my birth place, Asanteland
Hear the prophets of doom prophecing
Destruction to the greedy and covetous
Talking his nonsense and yelling
For his payslip from the poor

Preach ya superior theology
And slain the siants, then turn them into
Righteous immortals in a couple of decades
Stone to death fornicators and adulters
Cleanse the temples of their filthy pollution
Slaughter the homosexuals and wipe out abomination off the land
Pour their blood into the soil for sanctification
Also crop and harvest animals for experiments
Then offer their red blood and roasted flesh
As grand sacrifice to ya growling stomach

Maim and kill
In the name of Oboadie Onyakonpon Kwame Twiediapon
Holy clergyman with his shinny spankling golden ring
On his spotless clean fingers it dazzels the eyes
Clinch unto ya chalice and diamond pointed staff
Jump into ya magnificient flowing robes
Watch as he unwinds kick back and relax in his majestic palace
Then ask him to come give servitude
To the poor peasants and beggars in dirty smelly rags

Representative of the powerful bull
Send out a decree proclaiming ya divine juristiction
Get head of governments kissing ya feet for blessings
Preach unto them ya infallability
Get even ya rivals enving ya arrogance and pompousness
Bind the minds of the spiritually deprived
With cords and fetters, do bind them
Not even the lions can break free from ya grips

Go live with ya lord
The Prince of this world
Go live in ya obscure spiritual anarchy and laugh merrily
At the poor blindfolded souls you've captivated
Blasphemy against the Mother of creations
'Cus great is she longsufferings......
Accelerated fast track to spiritual collapse and ultimate destruction
With lots and lots of material wealth
And vanities upon vanties
In the hands of a handful is the destiny of the lost battalion
Jah-Jah; intervern and send the wicked on a permanent vacation, cleanse the pollution yo!