Programmed to kill

Life is what you make it, use your credentials, circumvent your torment.

The future is in your hands, nest eggs will warm your hearts, purchase love, joy, peace.

Lynch mobs who condemned the poor earned their places in hell, bow down or be annihilated.

Plead your cases before the Almighty, use technology, strengthen your defences.

Chose to exploit the poor, didn’t know you would be hanged on your own gallows. Thought they were powerless illiterates, didn’t know free spirits were agents of God’s vengeance.

Ignorance of God’s Law is no excuse, your consciences are true witnesses.

Pretend beggars don’t exist now, discriminate, pass by on the other side, only the strong survive.

Focus on your agendas, assemble your troops, defend your territories, lock the gates.

Judged them as evil, stifled their contributions, as you judged you are judged by God.

Suffer with Christ reign with Him, vagrants are kings in heaven, least are greatest.

True prophets kept the faith to the end, saw enemies of God destroy themselves.

Paranoia is pandemic, poor in spirit enter heaven, pure in heart see God.

Make yourselves at home, you’ve reached your final destination, crime does not pay.

Crawl on your bellies, beg for mercy, flames are heated sevenfold for Cain’s killers.