They kneel in light, but speak in rot

Hands raised not to bless, but to bind

They wear white to blind you

While blood pools behind the pulpit

Their voices are silk over steel

A promise laced with venom

They touch the innocent with ash-stained fingers

Then hide their shame behind hymns

This is no sanctuary

This is the slaughter in disguise

They don’t kneel — they feed

And call it salvation

Holy symbols etched into cracked stone

Mean nothing when the mouths that speak them

Drip with the red of stolen silence

And reek of lies sealed in gold

They don’t hunt in darkness

They hunt beneath stained glass

Their fangs wear smiles

Their cloaks stitched from children's fear

This is no sanctuary

This is the slaughter in disguise

They don’t kneel — they feed

And call it salvation

You called them shepherds

But they led lambs into flames

You lit candles for ghosts

While the wolves feasted on prayers

They scream purity

But their hands are graveyards

Every sermon is a cover

Every ritual a blade

This is no sanctuary

This is the slaughter in disguise

They don’t kneel — they feed

And call it salvation

I see what lives beneath the cloth

And I spit in its direction

No gods await their return

Only the fire they claimed to tame

Their relics melt in truth’s furnace

Their scrolls ignite with every scream

Not divine — diseased

Not chosen — condemned

This is no sanctuary

This is the slaughter in disguise

They don’t kneel — they feed

And call it salvation

Raise no altar to these thieves

Tear the wings from their false angels

If light burns the wicked

Let them stand in full sun

No more hiding behind verses

No more skin-thin masks of peace

The beast is known now

And it dies screaming

This is no sanctuary

This is the slaughter in disguise

They don’t kneel — they feed

And call it salvation