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Rated: E · Poetry · Opinion · #1109734
A poem which questions the beliefs of pseudo christians. Contraversial content...
Who are your priests and where do they pray?
In churches of gold, silver and clay...
Whom do they worship on your behalf,
Christ the Saviour or a golden calf?

Once a week you shed your sin,
just as the serpent does its skin,
every other moment, of all other days,
you're a child of Satan in so many ways.

The words you follow, love and adore,
are left at the pulpit, as you walk out the door,
you say one thing, but do another,
you hate your neighbour, he is not your brother.

So you strike the first blow,
and you never turn cheek;
and you think God will forgive you,
if you strike down the weak...

So sit in your churches, of silver and clay,
ask for forgiveness, you know what he'll say,
but remember your place, upon judgement day.
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