A month of Sundays

A month of
Sundays, law enforced
The churchs new torture is now enforced
A month of church every day
Is what they want without delay
Backed by troops, hated by people
One day youre forced towards the steeple
Youre living in the shadow of death
The lightning bolt that steals your breath
The churchs doors are never shut
Youre always welcome in
But when will the day come
When you have to pay for them to relieve your sin?