Preaching pretty hate
Stand and deliver "good news"
Fingers crossed behind
Satan lures the weak
Waiting, lurking, patiently
If you so believe
Blame it on your God
Free-will was too much to bear
Powerlessness reigns
That which you deny
Puppet, you are made to dance
By your own design
Will your bearing turn?
Or will power and applause
Steer again your bow?
Future lies unknown
Unseen possibilities
All assume the worst
Love was not enough
You sought gratification
Beyond biblical
Soaring t'wards the glare
Flames ignited your descent
Your light shines no more
There once was a liar named Ted
Who couldn't live all that he said
He snorted some meth
And then got undressed
With him for whom Ted had great dread
There once was a preacher named Haggard
Who ranted and raved just like Swaggert
He judged all the gay boys
And lambasted lesbos
But turned out to be a big faggert.
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