They worship a god that they created
Choosing their holy words with care
Stitched together from scraps of scripture
The form of Christianity, but not the function
The message lost beneath the messaging
When he is dead his hands
Will grow ten thousand bones
A golden reliquary in each town square
Where workers kneel beneath the choking sky
And mumble half-forgotten prayers
blessed are the rich
misery me
hollow be thy name
If only they had waited a little longer
To hear the wisdom they had walked so far to find
Impatient for the promised land
They cast their gold into the fire instead
And called for wine, and danced, and sang
Now we will never know what might have been
A paradise found and lost again
In Armageddon
"These Be Thy Gods," February 19, 2017
"I go [to church] as much as I can, always on Christmas, always on Easter, always when there's a major occasion, and during the - during the Sundays, I'm a Sunday church person."
"When we go in church, and when I drink my little wine — which is about the only wine I drink — and have my little cracker, I guess that's a form of asking for forgiveness."
"And I, I asked Jerry [Falwell Jr.] and I asked some of the folks because I hear this is a major theme right here, but Two Corinthians, right? Two Corinthians 3:17, that's the whole ball game!"
Now the end of the commandment is charity out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned: from which some having swerved have turned aside unto vain jangling; desiring to be teachers of the law; understanding neither what they say, nor whereof they affirm ... [T]hey that will be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and into many foolish and hurtful lusts, which drown men in destruction and perdition. For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.
- 1 Timothy 1:5-7, 6:9-10
