You're kneeling in a pew, feeling sanctified and holy, While a narrative of lies is preached to you, so slowly and wholly. They sold you "Judeo-Christian," a term so slick and sly, A diabolical merger, a fabricated lie. It's a brand, a trademark, a psy-op of the soul, Designed to make you fight a war that's not your own, to lose control. The architects in Tel Aviv, with plans both old and new, Needed Golem armies, and they found them in you. They needed Christian soldiers, their wallets and their sons, For a desert kingdom and its prophetic guns. So they rewrote the gospel, they poisoned the well, To make you serve a state that's straight from hell. Judeo-Christianity is a fucking farce, a grand design! A propaganda tool to make their battle line thine! The Scofield Bible, a lie bound in leather and gold, A story for the simple, a tragedy of the old. They bought the preachers, the televangelist whores, Selling salvation from behind bullet-proof doors. Jesus wasn't their buddy, he was their nemesis, their foe, He called them vipers, don't you fucking know! He stood against their system, their legalistic rot, And for that, the motherfuckers had him on the spot! Let's talk about the puppet master, Cyrus Scofield by name, A con man, a forger, who set the world aflame. Bankrolled by Zionist agents with a vested, deep interest, He annotated scripture, putting their doctrine to the test. He twisted Revelation, he twisted Genesis, Created a new gospel of unconditional bliss. "Unconditional support," he wrote, a holy decree, Ignoring every prophet who warned of what they'd be. He turned the Hebrews into a nation-state divine, And made you blind to every single warning sign. Your pastor's a paid shill, a CEO in a collar, Reading from a script designed to make you holler For a foreign flag, for a people who despise your faith, While your own communities crumble in the wraith. Judeo-Christianity is a fucking farce, a grand design! A propaganda tool to make their battle line thine! The Scofield Bible, a lie bound in leather and gold, A story for the simple, a tragedy of the old. They bought the preachers, the televangelist whores, Selling salvation from behind bullet-proof doors. Jesus wasn't their buddy, he was their nemesis, their foe, He called them vipers, don't you fucking know! He stood against their system, their legalistic rot, And for that, the motherfuckers had him on the spot! Read your own damn book, the words they try to hide! Jesus called them out, with nowhere left to hide! He said, "I require mercy, not your sacrifice!" Their hollow rituals, he paid them no price. He told them their bloodline meant nothing in the end, It's the spirit of the law, on which you must depend. He called them the Synagogue of Satan, a chilling, direct phrase, Those who say they are Jews, but are liars in their ways. And what of John the Baptist, that wild and righteous man? He told the Pharisees, "Don't you even understand? God can raise up children for old Abraham from these stones! Your pedigree is worthless, your flesh and blood and bones!" The chosen aren't a lineage, a genetic, racist club, It's an action, it's a mercy, it's a truth you can't unplug! So you wave their flag and you send your kids to die, For a people who crucified your God and spit in your eye. You're a useful idiot, a pawn in their game, Blinded by a lie, a consuming, burning shame. Judeo-Christianity is the ultimate betrayal, A wolf in sheep's clothing leading you to the trail. The trail of tears, the trail of war, the trail of endless debt, A prophecy you're fulfilling that you haven't even met. So keep on tithing, keep on praying for a nation built on sand, While the real gospel rots forgotten in your hand. You're not a Christian soldier, you're a Zionist tool, A pathetic, brainwashed, fucking fool.
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