Magnetron

144,000 - 1

One hundred forty-four thousand Daughters and Sons
Graced by the Lord to be the Chosen Ones
Ringing doorbells spreading the Word of God
Recruiting on His behalf seems suspiciously odd

There's something about the math that doesn't add up
Pardon me if I don't care to drink from that cup
Will I really be special if I join in your cult?
And if I don't, will your Master take it as an insult?

You're not the first messenger here that wasn't Heaven sent
I'm not leaving this Earth before my life is spent
I don't care if I'm left behind when the End Times come
I wasn't born here to die for some glossed over kingdom

A hundred forty-four thousand and one minus one
I refuse to believe Jesus was God's only son
I don't buy your salespitch about the world going to Hell
Why don't you find yourself another sucker to sell

And take with you
Your selective quotations from the Book of Revelations
And all your trumpetings of an end to warring nations
Your scare tactics of forecasted Tribulations
And temptations of infinite Jubilations

Because I have a few choice words to say about that

Get away
Get the fuck out of my face
Take your rhetorical literature
And your ill conceived rapture
Some other place

You had your say
Time for you to be on your way
Why don't you do your God a favor
Stop pretending to be a savior
You're more of a disgrace

Be gone with you
If there's more of the Lord's work to do
No rest for the self annointed
Don't be disappointed
When you yourself aren't saved

You heard me right
Think your safe if you're clothed in White?
You better do some more reading
About false prophets and their misleading

That's how the road to Hell is paved

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