The stage is set my friends for the play that never ends -nthis comedy we call the Church Bizzare,nonce you enter you are bound to find salvation by the pound,nassured the more you pay the nearer God you are.nnYour mouth so paralysed with fear you dare not speak,nyour eyes so blind and hypnotised you cannot weep,nso blinkered to reality that you no longer care,nthat profit is the prophet of corruption and despair.nnBring on the dancers - bring on the clowns,nwho invite you to ride on their merry-go-rounds,nthey make the money and they make the rules,nyou 'Born-Again-Christians' are born again fools.nn[THE EVANGELIST PRAYER:]nGod of wealth and God of might guide me to your paradise,nfor many lives were bought and sold thatnI may walk your streets of gold,nthough my heart is cold and still I restnin peace my pockets filled,nand bear the smile of one who knowsnthrough God's Love my cup overflows.nnA 'salvation salesman's dream -nguillible to the extreme,neasy pickings for the charm and 'savoir faire',nof these charlatans and theives whosendelight is to decieve - all the fools whonstill believe they really care.nnAnd if all the Devil's minions were let loose to do their will,nI think they'd be hard pressed to match in diabolic skill,nthe wickedness and treachery of this evangelic horde,nwho sheler their corruption with the banner of their Lord.nnThe curtain never falls on the show that has it all,ntaken in you can't begin to see their lies,nfor the people who are clapping are the onesnwho will be laughing at your fate,nthey just can't wait to bleed you dry