Lyrics by me
Music by suno.ai
Image by Leonardo.ai
Video by tuneform.com
Prompt style: hiphop, punk, angry, fast, poetic
Prompt lyrics:
You ask, “What sort of Christian are you?
Don’t you know your Jesus loved me too?
He chilled with harlots, so clearly He
Would never ever think to judge me
Didn’t He love without condition?
Wasn’t that, like, His only mission?
Didn’t He hate the ruling classes?
Turning from the priests to the masses?
So Christian thinking is ungrounded
Of course He hates the church He founded!”
Show me your hands
Not your mental disease
Without stigmata I won’t heed you
Show me the fruits
Of your land’s trees
Without godliness I don’t need you
Get out of my way
Your version of Jesus is a joke
He came from Heaven to lift the yoke
Salvation was His only mission
To follow Him was His condition
Yes, He came to earth from above us
Because He perfectly does love us
Yes, He shared some earthly dinners
With some drunkards, harlots and sinners
Because Lord Jesus came down to win
His holy crusade against all sin
Show me your hands
Not your mental disease
Without stigmata I won’t heed you
Show me the fruits
Of all your land’s trees
Without godliness I don’t need you
Get out of my way
The gospels overflow with stories
Of the nature of Heaven’s glories
But never does Christ then say to you
To do whatever you want to do
The Sower, the Good Samaritan
The Faithful Servant and the Leaven
The Parable of the Bad Tenants
And the Dragnet and then the Talents
And others make it painfully clear
You must speak good and true to each ear
You must turn from evil and join Him
In His endless crusade against sin
Show me your hands
Not your mental disease
Without stigmata I won’t heed you
Show me the fruits
Of all your land’s trees
Without godliness I don’t need you
Get out of my way
He loves sinners but hates evil deeds
That’s clear throughout all His holy creeds
You think His mantra’s live and let live?
No - He’ll come again with a sieve
He reigns from heaven with searing light
Put goats on the left, sheep on the right
You think He hates the world’s hierarchy?
The King of Kings? Don’t spew malarkey!
He loves when good people rule, of course
Because He is authority’s source
Show me your hands
Not your mental disease
Without stigmata I won’t heed you
Show me the fruits
Of all your land’s trees
Without godliness I don’t need you
Get out of my way
I’m trying to build up society
If you want, you are free to join me
I’ll love you, my neighbour, either way
But I despise what you have to say
Share your reasons and defend your view
But ancient shepherds did debunk you
Your idea of what’s good’s so unwell
It comes straight from what they knew as hell
They weren’t perfect but please don’t be worse
Than what they long ago put in verse
Show me your hands
Not your mental disease
Without stigmata I won’t heed you
Show me the fruits
Of all your land’s trees
Without godliness I don’t need you
Get out of my way
The last few years have proven clearly
When you turn from God, you pay dearly
This isn’t even theology
Christians make the best society
If you think you can do much better
Than what’s described in Saint Paul’s letters
Know you are not the first to think thus
And you won’t be the first to sink us
To improve the world, heed what saints say
If not? At least get out of the way
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