The Church of Present Day Aint'sA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionWhen you talk to people about positive things, why must they say you're preaching? And when you talk about the evil, it's just telling life as it is?I'm feeling like I must be preaching to the choir here. Everybody tunes in to their ITunes; but never to the brute truth... that's why all the heroes disappeared. Before I get long in the tooth, or any grey-er in my beard, I promised my unborn I'd make this and him my focus, rearing him in a happy environment, absent of fear. It's those damn closed minds don't allow people to hear. I feel like I'm preaching to the choir.... 'cause you know the choir sangs what they feel, fake what they don't and pray to God that they come across real. Pews fix postures; but there are other fixes for heathens, and houses that slaughter heifers.... while the choir is tuning this out.... they must be doing the work of the creator, helping lepars. I feel like I'm preaching to the choir.... I'm being labeled a preacher because I see the brimstone and fire. You'd rather adopt aberration in the highest places, and look upon me with the straight face of a great liar. I swear I must be preaching to the choir... my pulpit is as stone as the verse that I spit. You won't even bow your head.... you're confused when I part my lips. And these desperate days aim to make a warrior tired. It's futile if it's all practice, and I'm just.... preaching to the choir. © 2008 Mr. Deft DictionFeatured Review
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