treachery with a smile, etched
upon its face
a face of red, but a heart of

stone cold black
servants of two masters, the
congregation splits

serving sexuals rituals, true back
biters
pirates in pinstripe, admired by

the many in their hour of
weakness
all ways stand, with their backs

to the sun
religious fanatics, muttering
righteousness on sacred ground

the armor of religion like foil
across a bed of nails


conscience, burning, lives held,
hostage to heaven


symbolic bull%#@!, hung around
the necks, of the weak
silver and gold, just trinkets of

deception
one mans faith, becomes
another mans evil

don't deny the power of inner
strength, right