Pen to paper forget them not
Re-write your devotion
Crumble all and burn them on a stack
For the smoke that comes from
The burns is light, light as a feather
It is the only way our prayers will get to heaven
Our words are with drama, heavy and empty
Dark as the moonless night
Murky as a polluted river
But sweet talk we know best, do best
And after a few cons on the grid
Our words now holds no value in the heavens
Confessions and prayers
Are like tit for tat, I should have known better
No one is on the wining side, trends, side steps
Like a gambler's good luck charm
It is all in his head, how effective it is
Tell him the truth and you are a pessimist
The first step is acknowledgement
We have a problem, Houston!
"We have a problem"
Mega churches with loud speakers
Celebrity super star preachers
Wearing silk cloths that blind the heavens
Talk we know best, flows of the tongue
Regardless be it utopia or dystopia
So long as the cheques are signed
And we pretend to be sincere
In our confessions, all is forgiven
Next step now for the essence
Collections and tight are investments
A con this big, the priest is now a banker
The gates are closed for salvation
Miracles are as; three houses
A luxury car fleet
And a trip to a foreign country
There you have it
God just answered your prayers
Forget about salvation for the after life
Our words are heavy and empty
Re-write your devotion
Crumble all and burn them on a stack
It is the only way
It will get to the heavens
Light, light as a feather
Pen to paper forget them not
Silence with the loud prayers
You know God is not deaf or blind, right.
Like seriously, you know right
Ok, just in case you do not t know
God is not deaf or blind
Who are you fooling, with pretence.
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