The long dark Sunday of the soul


Religion
Affliction
Addiction to save
Redemption stories
From the cradle to the grave

They say that one God
Or some Gods
Created the stars
From Jesus — Buddha to the Wizard of Oz

To scared to sleep at night
Religious control
In case the demons visit
To eat at your soul
Then you have nowhere to go.

Start playing
Obeying
With all of your might
They say He will return
Like a thief in the night

A Shepard He stands there
The blood of the lamb
To save you from the Devil
Into the promise land.

To scared to sleep at night
Religious control
In case the demons visit
To eat at your soul
Then you have nowhere to go.


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The long dark Sunday of the soul
And the priest is trying to reach his goal
As well as convictions
He makes predictions
Starts preaching about the second coming
The congregation nods
With monotone humming

All hands rise up in the shape of a cup
Shouting praise the Lord
All in one accord
They give a little dance
To a song that they sing
Hoping for that moment
Of eternal glory to bring

They speak in strange languages and spiritual flirtations
Holding hands as a holy Nation
When they get tired
They start to kneel down
To imagine the anointment
And the thorny crown

Then they start talking of visions and things
And about the power of what Jesus’ blood brings
With an amen here
And Praise the Lord there
These depths of wisdom
They want to share

Now safe in the knowledge that they are saved
No anxious thoughts about the grave
Just looking at each other
So they can tell
That they are not the ones
Who are going to Hell?

So just to make sure
They give to the poor
But is it the poor in spirit
Or to the poor in health
Or the poor old church
That needs its wealth

All this still runs by a man in the cloth
Increasing more money by teaching more wrath
As for the Christians
They have reached their goal
By making it through
The long dark Sunday of the soul.

For all