Misguided Faith

Drunken lips utter words,

To his vain incantation,

"Deliver me from evil,

Lead me from temptation."

 

Vile hands make motions,

North, South, East and West.

Ritual of a misguided faith,

That never penetrates the chest.

 

Praying to stone gods,

That hear no words.

Lighting candles to idols,

Made from the Earth.

 

The Ring-Master stands tall,

Proclaiming his lies,

The twisted Fun-house beckons,

"Come and dine!"

 

Too late, learning the truth,

That only Death can tell,

When this holy man cries,

His soul burning in Hell.