The Body, The Blood

The Body, The Blood

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

The body, the blood dragged through the mud
Strangled by the rosary, the system is but a dud
Why does the creed keep growing, the massive flood
The haters claim them as cattle chewing their cud

A conflict from the raising, gone on unceasing
The tithe, freely given, is just mass fleecing
The givers really know it's for mechanical greasing
Salvation is truly free, the attendance keeps increasing

Can't wrap their mind around the invisible man
Flat out deny the existence, say it deadpan
The faithful will not know all, nobody can
They pray about freedom, don't pass the ban

Soldiers of faith always at the ready
They'll fight on, always slow and steady
The devil sets the traps, every bouncing betty
The faithless will never see because they're heady

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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Kenneth The Poet
Can anybody guess the Christian denomination I belong to?

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TJ
I can't, I don't even understand the point of denominations!

Anyway

this one had an almost song-like rhythm (to me) and it was very well written and thought provoking!
good work

Posted 13 Years Ago


Soldiers of faith!! I love it. My father founded a ministry called Crusaders of the Cross. Its a constant spiritual battle out there and I am so glad that we have the power of faith.

Posted 13 Years Ago


the things done in the name of God, from war to love, maybe an institution for the greater good? who knows, but then they say faith can carry you, I don't know about you but I'm a big heavy guy..

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..

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