Your church has a hierarchy
Money, god, priest, Bible, wealthy, the rest
You worship pictures, symbols and statues
Your sabbath is a sacred day
Of paying god’s taxes to raise towers
You give until it destroys you and your family
Your god needs money
Even though he is the Master of the Universe
He needs you to slave every day of your life to feed him
Having no money to give is the greatest sin.
If you don’t pay now, you can’t fly to Heaven later
No mansion for you. You will burn in Hell.
My church has no walls or doors.
In the might of the Sea and the eye of the Storm,
the twinkle of the Stars, the silence of the Jungle
The warmth of the Sun, the smiles of my Mother and Father
All is sacred and free to the free man
All days are holy to the holy
Money is a creation of Man and has no sway with my God
All men are my brothers and sisters
I feed from the fields and seas, in the jungle
I hear Him in the Wind, taste Him in the Sea,
See Him in the way of my people
‘When I die I go to the Wind, I go to the Heart of a Star,
I go to feed the forest and the creatures He loves.
My God is free. Free for the free Man.