Inspired by: The Gospel of Poverty

They don’t have to have faith for prosperity,
But they make you pay for their false sincerity.
Preaching a gospel of rags and lack,
While they count their stacks and never look back.

Poor getting poorer, their wealth gets bigger,
Preaching of poverty fills up their figures.
It’s an obvious scam, a clever plan,
Perfect crime, but they’ll do the time.

When it’s judgment day, they will pay,
For their cruel theology, their wicked ways.
Deadly ideology, deception so deep,
They build their kingdom while the masses weep.

You get your salaries, your royalties too,
Off of preaching poverty—nothing new.
False humility, dressed up in shame,
While they live like kings, it’s all a game.

Every sermon, every crime,
Every dime, every time.
They sell despair and call it grace,
But judgment’s coming, face to face.

When it’s judgment day, they will pay,
For their cruel theology, their wicked ways.
Deadly ideology, deception so deep,
They build their kingdom while the masses weep.

No more lies, no more schemes,
Their wealth will burn, crushed with screams.
The time will come, they’ll kneel and pray,
But it’s too late—judgment day.