The holy man stands in his pulpit

and calls out to his congregation

that they cannot wait to turn to God

because it will then be too late,

and his forgiveness forgotten,

their souls tied to the hounds of hell

that unceasingly bite at naked heels,

and drag them down below with

wounds that will never heal.

The righteous shall inherit

what's left of the earth,

while they will just die of thirst

unquenched by sacred blood,

the divine body left untouched,

these damned folk left unfed,

and starving in an eternal void.