Psalm of Manipulation

"The Lord" is my convenient excuse; I shall not concern myself with what Jesus taught.

I destroy forests and pave over green pastures. I lie about polluting the waters.

I rant about your soul, and how the path of righteousness must be followed, for my bank account's sake.

Yea, though I have guards everywhere as I walk through halls your shoes are too cheap to touch, I fear constantly: for the threat of Justice undoing my work art with me. I show my power through abuse, and it comforts me.

I preparest a table in the presence of all who only matter for what they give me: they should be thankful they are allowed to serve me. I don't even think about how they starve.

Surely I shall take whatever I want all the days of my life, and they will hand it over as long as I say, "It's what the Lord wants!" forever.