Stained GlassA Poem by Christi Moon
Ordained disciples dominate their message to manipulate eternal puffery divine confessions used to liberate
Like roses on a thorny vine the judgment’s passed around like wine but wars are waged… for holy ends hypocrisy tied up with twine
Devotion’s doctrine condescends the Masses held in stained playpens fictitious tales to pacify an endless paradox descends
Forgiveness offerings can buy the crowd’s oppression… worship high our Universal soul must cry collective faith --- stole by a lie. © 2011 Christi Moon |
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