I'm so tired of guilt-ridden Sunday mornings
preceding Sunday afternoons
stinking of hellfire and smoke
Tired of altar calls and bent knees
followed by waves of white-washed wall hypocrisy
My hands are full of repentance
but there is a dark black mold
choking anything but anger out of my chest
curling around the capillaries
and leaking out of my mouth
That's what I've been taught
actions speak louder than words
and these little children only know
Monkey see monkey do

You're playing church on Sunday mornings
but repentance never burns in your eyes
This anger that I sense,
it's not holy, it's not righteous
Your sons are daughters have prophesied
Your old men have seen visions
Your young men have dreamed dreams
But your hearts are hard and prideful
and you refuse to listen to anything but praise
Rain is the weighing down the clouds in the sky
and I can hear the thunder rumble
SO.
WAKE.
UP.

Change is going to come upon this place,
so fill your lips with repentance
or taste the righteous rage of your God
I am only fifteen and already tired
of half-revivals and fake repentance
Your religion is so flimsy
even a child can see through it
and Lucifer himself has his claws
tearing through your throat
and stuck deep in your heart
Your blood, running out,
is blacker than ebony,
darker than midnight,
and it stinks of rotting faith
and prideful souls

Here is your warning:
You are lukewarm Christians
water that smacks of infection and disease
Your hypocrisy is to the point you boast of it
and you are so blind you can't even tell
Here is your warning:
Before you scream of someone else's splinter,
remove the log from your own
Your hypocrisy and refusal to repent,
your refusal to change
when your God is putting it so simply
Like a mother to her five year old child
It will poison everything in this church

Here is your warning:
Your Jesus will come again,
and your mortal frame will wither and die
Your Sunday mornings won't save you
from Satan's foothold in your heart
if you refuse to change
Here is your warning,
and I will not tell you again:
Two faced Christianity will send you to hell
Lay it at the altar now,
and do not pick it up again
Hypocrisy will land you in the lank of fire
If the church does not lear to love everyone,
If the church does not turn her back
on this hatred of those who don't agree with them,
Your disease-ridden,
lukewarm water
will be spat out
and even baptismal water will not save you
from the lowest depths of hell

God save me,
because if I were she
I would never forgive
those whose lips and hands
tear down anyone else

God save us all -
I am fifteen and I am already tired
I am fifteen and I can already see the fires of hell
I am fifteen, and I am broken-hearted
God save us all