Blind Faith, or Lambs to a SlaughterA Poem by CoffeeInfusedThis one's probably gonna upset some folks. (continued in text)
Honestly, I don't have a problem with spirituality or anyone's beliefs, to each their own. I may have a bit of a grudge with standardized religion, being raised (and breaking away from) Southern Baptist. Lots of hellfire and brimstone, do as I say, not as I do, and some corruption is not uncommon.
------- They line up and file in To fill Sunday's pews Piled up and stacked Like cordwood in twos They come now to hear What they've been told true Their souls now to save If their life they should lose The pastor ascends To his pulpit on high His voice full of hate To rant and decry "Our choice is right! All others are lies! Your only salvation Is through our God's eyes!" And now the tithe "Give all you can! (And I'll take what i need) To meet God's demands It need not be much (Just everything you have) You'll pay for God's plan!" His smile hides a sneer As he surveys his land And watches them all, His little lost lambs Little do they know Each one in his fold They've all been misled Decieved and controlled While he slips among them Like a wolf in sheep's clothes To assure them he's right And to do as they're told And week after week They'll do so again Following their pattern To the same bitter end Believing the lies Of their leader, their "friend" And all God's people Say amen © 2013 CoffeeInfused
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1 Review Added on September 27, 2013 Last Updated on September 27, 2013 AuthorCoffeeInfusedALAboutBit of a jack of all trades, I dabble in music, poetry, building random things... A lot of stuff heh. Trying to get back into writing more often, looking to get a little feedback to better develop my .. more..Writing
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