thou art
Why is it that church people?
Think that because they in church, they have no equal
To us "regular" non every Sunday folk
They can cheat on their spouse, go for broke
Thou art made of stone and bridged by chains
Yet separate by the ills of humanity
These people will break up your marriage, with no regrets
These same birds in a flock rally around a pastor
Whose upward climb isn’t as expatiate as his plunge faster
The flock accepts tide bribes in the name of the man
To build, rebuild or sustain what no devil were to tear down
Unless he built it up, now they celebrate the sound
Oh ha's & hymns that make no sense
Sermons move mountains and raise suspense
With onlookers flocking and animals running away
Thou art spinning tales of truth, more true lies
Bending to the needs of demon cries
Thou at as holy as thee claim
Stop leading sheep to the slaughter in the good man’s name.
I am a creative soul by nature. I can take sounds, words, images and create more sounds, images and words, so come through and enjoy the mixture, take in the vibe and relax.
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