Graves of Gods Before Me
I stand and watch the faith of those who followed Me diminish;
My threats of violence lose their stranglehold.
No longer will the lightning and the thunder from the heavens
Affirm My righteous anger; damning souls.
It’s even getting harder to maintain My firm believers—
They ask and pray for every little thing.
They even quote the book I wrote of rules and regulations,
Asking Me to privately explain.
They’re praying for prosperity in coliseum churches,
Banking on the belief to bring them bucks.
I walk upon this borrowed ground—the graves of gods before Me—
I fear I’ll soon be running out of luck.