The holy man stands in his pulpit
and calls out to his congregation
that they cannot wait to turn to God
because it will then be too late,
and his forgiveness forgotten,
their souls tied to the hounds of hell
that unceasingly bite at naked heels,
and drag them down below with
wounds that will never heal.
The righteous shall inherit
what's left of the earth,
while they will just die of thirst
unquenched by sacred blood,
the divine body left untouched,
these damned folk left unfed,
and starving in an eternal void.