The first drip of blood from the moon

Of all things that I don't do for God
Will I make to heaven?
For all the things that I do, do
Only God can answer that question

When the most money we every spend is sin
our disobedient towards God
Is just some of many strips written to Jesus back
And he till he for gave us
As we continue to turn away
From some his most power words
Father ,Father forgive them they do not what they do
But we do

When 10% is followers
And 50% is just fans
Where do the other 40% i look for
When they see the 50% still struggle to know who you are
We blame the building that we come in
Because the church is us

So living has been come imposture to be imprison
Since money is one Stan favorite comic book
Death love to keep you asleep with sex
To tell you
Resting in peach will never have morning sickness
Now that religion is asking Jesus
Can he be our life guard to our free will

When pleasure is telling lust our testimony
Then world doest care to fear God
When there no respect for him
Fear has warning to hear every thing

The people rushing the moon to bleed
And the system is robbing the people
Claiming it a ransom for other countries
Breaking their own laws to be the greatest criminal

Man sleeping with men women sleeping with women
Raping their own body to find
Family killing each other
Because prayer is not a video game

Where sex is so open now our kids are call play toys
Because what we want do is be Holy
By Frdrick Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper