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Church of the Harlot!!!
You sit so high in your places of honor, but underneath youâre all nothing but vipers.
No one aware of the pit that you dig, blind leads the blind and you lead them right in.
Piling on all of your man made traditions, while you wonât dare lift a finger to help them.
Woe to you preachers, false teachers, frauds! Leaches, deceivers, you rewrite the laws!
And this is it. The blood is on your hands. No regrets, wonât give to your demands.
You think the gold is greater, than the temple that makes it. What it is and what itâs supposed to represent; the truth, the way the life! Youâre just false on the inside.
You travel over to far away places, into twice the devil they were that you make them.
Meanwhile most look from the outside and see you. Youâll never fool them theyâll always see through you. Piling on all of your made up traditions, guilt trip them in they keep giving, giving! Woe to you preachers, false teachers, frauds! Leaches, deceivers, you rewrite the laws! Vipers, Religious vipers!
I donât need your traditions. I donât need your religion. Your religion canât save me!
Itâs the grace that God gave me! Keep it to yourself! Take it back to Hell!
Father please come clean up this mess. I know you wonât relent. Great Counselor!
Come fix the church! Call your people back. Call your people back to y
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