Harvest of Hate

And still, you venerate
what has brought you down;
kneeling for salvation.

Still waiting for someone
to save yourself from Hell.
Still waiting for holy answers
from a human mouth.

And only pain you harvest.
You harvest pain.
Don’t turn the other cheek
to the man dressed in white
and covered
in the people’s blood.

Still waiting for holy answers
from a human mouth.

And only pain you harvest.
You harvest fear and hate,
your daily prayer,
your daily sin,
a guilty conscience
for all you have sinned.

Now you can die free of guilt
free, free of guilt…
Still waiting for someone
to save yourself from Hell…