Corrupt Cross

A highlighted bible stashed under my bed
Golden edged pages and leather
When you open this book you'll find not the good word
But the cutout for a bottle of liquor

When in the next room they all kneel by their beds
And try to recite the right prayer
They think that the path to righteousness lays
In the very way that they say it

The man at the church that puts thought in their heads
As he holds up his nose to the sky
His white collar's dirtied with Mary's red lips
And he'll be welcome in hell when he dies

The last and the least is the only one left
He's the one everyone knows
The wondrous creator, time-waster, war-maker
It's his fault where everyone goes

Author's Note

I was cleaning today and I found this, which I wrote about a year ago. So don't judge too harshly. :)

Reviews

[William Maisonave]

are you kidding me?! This is pure and raw...sickening ,the hypocracy and dillusional souls that roam