Ill Papa Poem by Alfred Barna

You say, "I've the Kingdom keys! ", but as far as I can tell
They only open the abyss that will access hell
Know that only Yeshua, is the One who can save
Yet you proclaim you can, and then you enslave
Come to papa, no sir, not I
Come to papa, I'd like to meet Him in the sky
Come to papa, no sir, not I
Come to papa who is sick and shall surely die

You take the children who come to you, and abuse
Oh, that loadstone that goes to those who refuse
Shin Bet Tav, is the door and the sabbath evermore
Not the day of the sun for which you counterfeited for
Come to papa, I turn and run far
Come to papa, I understand how sick you are
Come to papa you think you are a star
Come to papa, look in history, you have left a scar

You wear the Triple Crown, you lust, you want it all
You have coveted it from the very day of the fall
You slither and hiss "Only I am the way! "
But I beg to differ, you are nothing but a Bray
Come to papa, you cry and moan
Come to papa over a dead man's bone
Come to papa Malachi's windswept throne
Come to papa? I follow the Word as shone

Call none Father, but my Dad and One above
They are the Fathers that I shall always love
All others who call me, those I shall surely deny
Hear only the Shepard and not the goat and the lie
Come to papa, no sir, not I
Come to papa, I'd like to meet Him in the sky
Come to papa, no sir, not I
Come to papa who is sick and shall surely die