Paradox of the living

Flames of rage and inferno rising
Ghosts of angels consuming
The filth spun by greed and lust
Infestations of lands holy
Spinning lies once truth held

Faith the monster of spiritual guile
In worship of congregated saints
Sinners preachers' hate
Yet love the heavens foe
Riches the righteous' quest

For in poverty the rich are poor yet the poor are rich
Heirs are a eunuchs offspring
The castrated have born seeds
For they shall sustain generations of ghostly saints

The paradox of baffling stupidity.
In earnest the poor are poor the rich are rich
Barren truth is barren offspring spun