Demons, in Gods hall

It wasn't exactly sacrilegious, although I entered Knees refusing to touch the ground Children didn't know why the fuck they were there But the O in god could not be broken As the better man, ascended with false wings Standing, watching over the last supper Saliva oozing from the mouth, used to eat children As he sang the words of a false prophet The crowd regurgitates in monotone: "We believe" "We believe" "We believe" The children too, under the heavy eye I repressed the feeling of wanting to kill every pious bastard in the room Perhaps the world Those closer to death, I find solace in their fear The bucket of greed passes to me I generously deposit my hate, not willingly, of course But then All the believers knelt on padded ground. Praying their lives better And the golden sun, the circle crept in, glazing the room in gold. It was pretty. I turned, I saw something that could make me believe heh... She knelt, the sins of the past night forgiven The golden rays reflecting off her, only shown the depth inside And I saw god I bowed my head, in respect, as my heart wept But god dosen't believe in me No, not yet...