"Sermon On The Tower"
By The Battered Slave
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Happy are all of you heartless serial pedophiles
For the police will never reach your disgusting files
Wholeheartedly you will praise the childless leaders
For the innocent victims will upset those policy makers
Elders are told not to touch your past of law braving
They won't know that fondling toddlers is your craving
The choking cries of defenseless youngsters in agony
Soothe your filthy soul as the melody of a symphony
You will not shiver although they know you by name
You will be staring at them as they'll shrink in shame
Witnesses who don't show up will put you out of reach
The infant's nightmares will be your license to teach
Kids left for dead in the weak arms of tearful mothers
Will see you on platforms with a gospel for all brothers
Truly I say to you, you will be going from door to door
Making a show of goodness covering a rotten core
You will prove to be one of the criminals most wanted
Yet you will be a saint by the license you are granted
Your eyes will glow when a smiling child comes out
That might be a little lamb, which you'll dream about
Your lips will deploy a smile as perfect as a myth
Bad wolf exposing the fang he plays and kills with
Woe to all the unaware pregnant and nursing women
You will be forced to deny the tears of your children
Truly I say to you, the very fruits of your own womb
Will be quieted as if they were in the heart of a tomb
The only right you will ever have will be to remain silent
Your despairing outcries will be perceived as violent
You'll kiss the feet of the demon hurting your child
You'll be a slanderer and expelled for not being mild
Happy are all of you hypocrite drunken wife beaters
For your breath and fists surely will trick all the elders
From calling the cops, your wife will be discouraged
She will smile with a heart broken and a soul outraged
Happy are you extremely confused Bulgarian brother
For technically, your transfusion should not be a bother
Under oath your leaders declared freedom for your soul
But beware, the cost of your freedom will be a heavy toll
This silent windstorm blowing across the Atlantic Ocean
Will by no means bring the mixed gospel to another nation
Happy are those signing their own death sentence
For their blinded conscience will find no true balance
They'll gladly embrace suicide in the name of loyalty
Their sinful negligence will get the blessing of royalty
Happy are those welcoming a fresh cut and wet organ
For now the blood saturated transplant knows no ban
Blood will be a liquid organ for the wizards of the tower
In their head, organs are sweet but blood is too sour
Woe to Paul for not questioning at the market place
The suspicious meat he bought yesterday left its trace
Happy are you bethelite eating your burger well done
Fry your exotic bloodless meat and guilt will be gone
At the dinner table you will swear you are not sectarian
Your conscience will be as free as that of a vegetarian
Woe to the animal kingdom and the villages of the cows
Your blood will be purified to secure the sacred vows
Their veins will drink a tub full of blood components
But two red droplets will be their worst opponents
"Yes, sighting a mosquito will make you dash like a jet
But you will embrace the rhino in your arms as a pet"
Happy are you relaxing in the comfort of your tower
For your personal welfare is well guarded every hour
You will travel to international conventions in first class
You will eat a different meal and drink in a crystal glass
Luxury will wake you up and dust will be your allergy
Simultaneously your brothers will experience lethargy
Happy are you courageous and determined pioneer
You have to put your life on hold for the end is near
As a quick reward, they will adore your performance
They will applaud and glorify you for your importance
You will be exhibited and worshipped on platforms
Modesty and humility will vanish from your storms
Happy are you blowing your trumpets for self display
For your reward will fall in your hands without delay
Woe to the disable ones whose share is but a mere token
By your miserable contribution your heart will be broken
You will cause your diligent shepherds to be perturbed
Your call for help will surely cause them to be disturbed
Woe to Paul and the others for working with their hands
With sweats they preached the word in various lands
Happy are you traveling overseers spreading big chills
You will cruise in your luxurious cars caring for no bills
You will be an expensive burden on the earth's poorest
Those who are toiling for pocket change without a rest
You will certainly evoke the faith of brothers in need
Put yourselves in their shoes to see where it would lead
What life throws at brothers in any third world nation
Would mean for you in the US, the great tribulation
Woe to you African brother knocking on the golden door
For food is not for you and your bed is on the cold floor
Truly I say to you, you will undergo sheer starvation
While your wealthy siblings will send but a salutation
You will have to pray hard and hope for a total disaster
It'll rain some rice and some ragged cloths for the sinister
They will proclaim that just as themselves they love you
But their acts of kindness and generosity will be but few
Happy are you zealous and proud brothers of Mexico
For cheating Caesar is far better than smoking tobacco
Truly I say to you, your master will look the other away
When He sees the awesome statistics that you display
The inside of the tomb is far less important than its out
You can always ask the tower's lawyers if ever in doubt
They will speak for you before the judge of the universe
They have more insight on every chapter and every verse
Woe to the brothers of Malawi and the faithful of Africa
For your life and fate are sealed in corporate America
Your wife and daughters to be raped in front of your eyes
You will be proud as if you were beholding the holy prize
What for every thinking human is crazy and totally odd
Will be for you the absolute purpose of the Almighty God
Happy are all those baptized before nineteen thirty five
For heaven gates will remain open only for you to arrive
Woe to the great crowd seen in the divine habitation
For men will pull you down to your own damnation
Woe to those daring to dream of heavenly eternity
For you will be expected in the cradle of insanity
Woe to you for not being a male European American
For you will not be found fit for the glory of heaven
Woe to all women and the young ones like Timothy
For the celestial gatekeepers will not have sympathy
Woe to all the blacks, the Hispanics and all the Japanese
For our God picks the European and drops the Chinese
Truly I say to you, an American king is a better find
Than all the inhabitants of the whole world combined
Happy is the slave smart enough to know the return
For from the discreet one, the Master has much to learn
Woe to the great Messiah Himself, Jesus the Nazarene
For failing to see Daniel prophesying nineteen fourteen
Woe to the Lord for not coming in nineteen seventy five
In the tower's deep vision, the Lord has failed to dive
Truly I say to you, only idiots will say they do not know
Never mind that the greatest man's IQ is way too low
Happy are those waiting for yet another shining light
For the math and the calendar don't have to be right
Truly I say to you, Your light will be a rubber glove
It will swell to fit a bald eagle and shrink to fit a dove
Woe to you for refusing to welcome their new dates
Like the Lord you will be expelled as cursed apostates
Woe to you for not being always at the Kingdom Hall
For human judges will say that you have no faith at all
Woe to the readers using the potential of their brain
For they will lose their names on top of a mental pain
When they dare take their fixed eyes off the tower
They will collapse under the storm of man's power
Woe to you meeting secretly to reason from the Bible
Truly I say to you, you'll know hatred and big trouble
You'll join the rank of the ancient martyrs burned alive
They shed their skin and blood for the Bible to survive
Those hurting you now will believe in their heart of stone
That the zeal for the Lord is burning inside their bone