Some are OK; not all are out to play
people for suckers, clowns.
The real ones don’t reap and then desert you in plight…
don’t grift and lift all you’ve got ’round.

When they are preaching, good words they’re spieling…
not bent on netting your gelt mounds.
From the pulpit, not handing
bunkum down.

But there is a bunch completely faux;
they’ll leave you woebegone, broke, and trolled.
Their sole goal’s go cajole you to pay
so that they will have swollen bankrolls.

They seek a schemeful sleazy fleecing;
they’re outrageously out of bounds.
Posed as pastors, they’re bandits
on the prowl.

[offertory interlude]

They’re likely to fire-and-brimstone you;
means justify the end.
So they are instilling in you bogus fears:
Pay, or the afterlife in hell you’ll spend.

They con with deceitful sleazy spieling—
it’s “prosperity” they expound.
But what they fail to mention,
distracting attention:
Prosperity nets THEM sums.
You’re left out.