When Christianity lacks Jesus
The Gospel message cools, then freezes,
But let’s see
Calls Christian, with her lot of sleazes.
Her brother is Il Principito,
And she serves the Malignant Cheeto,
Which lets see
As someone Jesus Christ would veto.
The object of her love is money
Which buys a person milk and honey,
But poor folk
Are more broke
Because they’re ignorant and funny.
She is the type of Christ-believer
That thumps the Bible, a deceiver
Despoiler, plunderer and reaver.
Of Jesus she commits the murder
With faith that could not be absurder,
Sily Christ was no empty worder.
For Jesus turned the tables over,
Money’s revoker and disprover,
Tut, let’s see,
Is money’s worshipper and lover.