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Constantine Christians


They continue to worship man made edifices
Their tailored made suits can be seen through the churches' crevasses
Like sheep's of Babylon, they babble and chant with indiscreet misdirection
While lost and confused within their own indiscretion
Constantine Christians, hidden deeply within the masses
Living like kings and queens in their lustful palaces
Crafted with the inerrant word of God and using it as an emblem
Masquerading as Brethrens of Christ for the glory of his kingdom
The New Age Bearers of Light,
Lost in the sea of human hopelessness and in the darkness of the night
Religious zealots, tainted philosophy, painted and glued ever so sloppily
The birth of a new religious indoctrination, entrenched in its deceptive ways so properly


The false hope of seed continues to be planted in their wicked wombs
As they intoxicatedly follow and are unspiritual fed by the Choirs' tunes
Their hearts and minds is placated by their unguided transgressions,
"You will enrich the Kingdom of God" is their unholy proclamation
Patiently and blindly following the fables of the manipulative pulpit
Prosperity Gospel, give all and you shall inherent the earth is their manuscript
As the sweet melodies of the choir continues to sooth their forsaken souls
The gates of hell continues to stay open for more and more to walk through the door
The slave that was bought has finally been sold
From the Charlatan who made false promises from the story that was audaciously foretold


They approach the alter, entrapped in their sicken ways like never before
There's no honor amongst thieves, his preached this message before
No spiritual discernment, so they're guided only by their incomprehension
Living their lives under false convictions and in another human dimension
And so the devil continues to capture and steal every lavational moment
No pulse, disconnected from the spirit and no viable chance for atonement
Loathing, the judgment of false teachers and prophets as Peter stated
The gates of hell, brimstone and fire, aw-shucks, purgatory, they finally made it…

Written by Kikunga


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