treachery with a smile, etched upon its face
a face of red, but a heart of
stone cold black servants of two masters, the
congregation splits
serving sexuals rituals, true back biters
pirates in pinstripe, admired by the many in their hour of weakness
all ways stand, with their backs to the sun
religious fanatics, muttering
righteousness on sacred ground
the armor of religion like foil
across a bed of nails

conscience, burning, lives held,
hostage to heaven symbolic bullshit, hung around
the necks, of the weak
silver and gold, just trinkets of
deception
one mans faith, becomes another mans evil
don't deny the power of inner
strength, right