SIN

You don't sin,

Then you're not in.

Where have you been,

If you don't know that to sin is in?

What constitutes a sin?

Is it the same as it always been?

Is it the action that leads you to repent,

Or is it not paying your rent,

To the mighty lord,

In his always open gourd?

So you no longer go to mass,

Does that mean you should fast?

You don't believe in the scriptures,

So you can no longer experience the rapture,

At the end of the road,

That isn't necessarily paved in gold.

Is church worth,

The ten percent you give at the first?

The bible non-fiction,

Or fiction with good diction?

Sin, to cross barriers set forth by yourself,

Or something that has been set forth by your elder's resolve?

Will there ever be a resolution,

Of this mass conclusion,

That sin is to break the resolutions,

Set forth by people during mass confusion?

I don't want to be a religious rebel,

And I don't pretend to be god's disciple,

But is right for Pope to revel,

In the money people give to even out there mental?

So the preacher a messenger from god,

But wasn't he Todd,

From Days of Our Lives,

The one with five wives,

Who died two times,

Did this possess him with the shine,

Or was it the use of a concubine,

Or his private hedonist shrine?

I don't know but the church seems whack,

Or maybe that is just because the preaches is always smacked,

Not on drugs you see,

But on the worst of them all, this thing called greed.

You want people to be there every Sunday,

But that is not enough you need to be there Wednesday,

Also don't forget to give your ten percent,

Did I say ten I mean twenty now repent,

Or you will be sent,

Straight to hell,

And remember to tell,

The DEVIL,

That he owes me,

Because I don't do this for free.

So yeah I'm the sinner,

When all winter,

People freeze,

And you wipe every sneeze,

With a nice crisp G.

You tell anyone that the bible,

Is considered mythical,

In the educational field,

And they might sizzle,

Your ear lobes,

And ask you where you got such good dope.

Don't let me rain on your party.

Or make you tardy,

If you find it hearty,

For the soul,

To be played the fool,

Because that is what your preacher tells you to do,

And why they at it tell you to bend over a pew,

And say hallelujah,

When they stick it in you.

Sorry if I offend,

And don't worry I will send,

A postcard when I get to my final destination,

Even if you are not a relation,

Because I will have nothing better to do,

When I am sitting in the eternal pew,

That is my eternal damnation,

And did you know me and the devil are relations?