Selfish "Compassion"

Selfish "Compassion"
I sit atop the hill alone,
Clad in holy white.
And sitteth smugly upon my
pristine throne,
Beholding a joyful sight.

Look at the sinners below,
All tiny as ants.
They walk maimed
towards the flame,
I hath already warned them once,
So for their death they are to blame.

From up here
My view is pure.
From up here,
I can watch my word unfold
and my authority upheld.

I am free to move about--
Even free to go down.
But I enjoy sitting up here
in pompous priestliness,
I am safer up here,
And I loveth my throne
and the purity of my robe
way too much.

Righteousness abideth
up here on the hill.
Come up here thy sinners,
Thy weak and crippled sinners,
Crawl up the hill on your knees

And come and join me.

Where nobody heareth my words
Except thee.