Status of Angels

Dancing in dim lighting in circles you parade
In the name of God you whore your minds out
To find peace in slumber or a dead man's state
I assure you that your merely pillaging His body

While you dance children die
You do nothing but crave more earnings
For a bigger car for your 1st, 2nd or 3rd wife
She craves status and controls you by night
Welcome to hell, you are not in the name of God

Describe yourself to the jury of angels
How you abetted in society's state of slumber
As to not hurt your soul's inner eyes
Dealings with demons seen as less than terrible
Because they gave you status you'd always wanted

Reveal a darkened future
When God spat you out
A verse you'd forgotten
The pastor tolerated vacant and half closed eyes
Because he was too weak and inside had already died
Your ignorance and slumber killed his holy life