I will begin with your own definition of sin:
There is no god as you described him
And you are only an icon in an expensive church
Where priests lust for eight year old altar boys
Have people forgotten your holy wars?
And the armies of death who claimed
You were on their side?
And the billions of dollars laying deep in
The vatican?
The pope eats well, but in africa the
Babies die
There is blodd on your hands
But it's not the blood from your veins
It's the blood from the innocent and sane
Who did not believe, and they died for this
You should burn in hell
But instead they build churches in your name
To think some woman would not abort a child
Given to her by the rapist's seed
Another wasted life and the pattern never stops
Because of ingrained religious morality
If I were responsible for as many deaths as you
The world would say I was worse as hitler
Has no one ever heard of the spanish inquisition?
And the jews in auschwitz, what happened to them?
There is blood on your hands
But it's not the blood from your veins
It's the blood from the innocent and sane
Who did not believe, and they died for this
You should burn in hell
But instead they kneel and prise your name
Do unto others as they would do unto you
But I don't really feel like doing you
I don't need your religion
To know how to be good
But your filthy faith surly taught me
How to be bad
Catholic, protestant, the church of england
Mormon, lutheran, orthodox
Christians killing muslims in jugoslavia
Christians killing irish in the falls of
Belfast
There is blood on your hands
But it's not the blood from your veins
It's the blood from the innocent and sane
Who did not believe, and they died for this
You should burn in hell
But instead they burn crosses and pray
WE WILL KNOE YOU ARE CHRIATIANS
BY YOUR KILLING AND YOUR HATE