He raised his sumptuous basilicas,
Forgot the living temple of the spirit itself.
Paid his homage to the Lord
As Romans, proud, revered a statue of Jupiter:
Seeking to bribe Heaven’s powers
With the size of material offerings.

He forgot the human heart,
Belittled the spirit of humanity,
Ignoring afflictions
Of those he was sent to serve.
Still blind to his folly,
On his death bed he waits for
A fantastic heaven, in which to enthrone
His criminal vanity, and his cruel laziness.

What a shock when he died
And there wasn’t the heaven!
What a shock when he died
And there wasn’t the heaven!
Only a reality –
He’d created his hell.

Now to answer for his folly,
His misguided use of institutional power.
Did he love and serve his people?
Or feed off their fear of the unknown?
Why did he need his building to find God?
What’s wrong? was He not there in his heart?