A Prophet-able Pay Day

Have you wondered why when the prophets die the priesthood come along

And feel the urge to turn their words into religious songs

From wholly truths come vaulted roofs and rules they use to rule

The frightened mass of every class and many have been fooled

And Jesus bled or so they said because he spread his truth

That heaven is inside us all - your intuition's proof

But the ruling class want you to pass your power to their church

And sell control to find your soul and priests to help you search

And the more you're lost the more it costs to find your way back home

You may arrive in Mecca, Jerusalem or Rome