Your pearly gates are barbed wire fences

Your angel guards are packing heat

Your Garden of Eden, rife with horrors

Yet, you sit so mighty on that golden seat.

Your wieldy god refused forgiveness

Your cohorts scream “then so should we!”

Your sinful apples — worth more than lives

So, you’ve set the highest price on free.

Your liberty welcomes the tired, poor

Your doctrines promise swift reprieve

Your Eden keeps families apart

And you’re blaming us for all your thieve.

Your fairytale will end in trial

Your cohorts will not want to play

Your Garden will be someone else’s

We hope that it will sprout from grey.

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