Unclean

 

So only the dirty, the unclean, ungodly

Will be refused favour come judgement day

They will sit in their hovels of dust a distress

And live out their lives in their dishevelled way

They will scrape in the filth for a reason to live

They will hurt, they will need, they will cry, they will pay

For their corrupt and defiled code of getting on by

Where they sin and can’t even be bothered to pray

 

You are left on your own to continue the fight

The guardian angel refuses to stay

The gold gates of heaven are barred to you now

And the gatekeeper tells you to “just go away,”

“We have counted your sad misdemeanours on earth

And cannot allow you admittance” he’ll say.

So you carry your sins in a carrier bag

And return to the living in damned disarray

 

Your soul is tainted by each daily toil

The soap and the water won’t keep demons at bay

You are tired and lonely and unloved by God

And you never realised how much your own sins would weigh

You’re the grubby and festering soil of mankind

The ugly and misshapen statue of clay

That hardens and crumbles when all’s said and done

You’re the promise of love that Judas will betray