OK, here's the current version with bernadette's additions.
The Year Marketeers
I still remember when jehovah was courting
with killing the bad in the year nineteen fouteen
Then we were told we'd want to be alive
To see the destruction in ninteen twenty-five
But those years passed us by without armageddon's debris
Perhaps it would happen in nineteen forty-three
World war two disappeared in the anuls of time.
And there on the horizon sat nineteen seventy-five.
People sold houses and gave up their careers
To preach of the kingdom as faithful pioneers
But all that remained in brooklyn's bag of tricks.
Was another new year - nineteen seventy-six.
Some faithful were hurt and others offended.
Wondering why satan's world hadn't ended.
Then, one of the governing body showed strength.
He exposed all the lies and was kept at arm's length
They called him apostate but he more resembled Isis.
For he mustered the courage to pen Conscience In Crisis.
This wonderful book spread the truth far and wide.
That the governing body of jehovah's witnesses lied.
They lied when they taught that they were god's servant.
They lied quite convincingly - many felt they were fervent.
But since they were liars - merely arrogant jerks,
They lived off the faithful with decadent perks.
Then in the year of nineteen ninety-five
The governing body feared their cult wouldn't survive.
They needed a way to ensure their high station.
By doing away with the nineteen fourteen generation.
They sat in their high Brooklyn Tower
As the innocent suffered in their power
Comfortable and at ease in their stronghold
While the rank and file did what they were told
Tears and blood from them ran in a stream
As the orphans and poor lost self-esteem
Comfort and help came from those who roved
Through the vast internet treasure trove
Those who escaped from these abhorrent cultists.
Shared of their time and their stories to assist.
By two thousand six the cultists were dwindling.
Many used watchtower literature for kindling.
What can we learn from the watchtower's story?
Think for yourself or you'll end up someone's quarry.