Heresy

Jesus Christ was killed again
Before the bible was ever written
When Rome adopted the faith of slaves
And made it a tool of oppression

Religious freedom died as well
Before they made the Liberty Bell
When Capital became supreme
Our spirits bound to earth and hell

Salvation may as well exist
In dollar bills and banquets
Where we pretend we still hear God
As we suck its bloody wrists

Apacalypses come and go
We haven't gone to heaven though
Maybe if we just keep pushing
We'll finally break the world enough

Or rather than pursue our death
We might stumble on some path
That reawakens something deep
Enough to bury our troubled past

If there's any light to see
Outside our Christianity
The source is unbenownst
But somehow tangible to me

Jesus Christ can rest in peace
All God's children take a piece
To share without the threat of force
Or Hell when we're deceased. 

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