Make sure you are heard

bent backed man of the cloth, pulls upon the rope
a peal upon the sinners and a bless upon the pope
knell of Christ singing clear, purifying souls
shepherding the lost flock as the bell tolls

Logically casting down all of man's religions
Science and philosophy lead to their decisions
everyone is evil and society a cult
proudly preaching freely hypocritical insults

scheming, plotting, greedy, mad and oh so deluded
the richest of the rich must all be included
any who doubt our word and turn their back on us
a black smear upon their names a total break of trust

Prophets of ancients times, wise words have thee
A jihad on your peoples, we kill to set man free
sacrifice yourself, and murder in defence
blow them up to kingdom come without a moral sense

Peace upon your brother, and peace upon your sister
addled mind from far out drugs, upon your brain a blister
organic, real, and amateur, alternatives for health
into that journey you must go, it's your only wealth

Clothes that kill her only life to make sure she looks best
Sells herself to fashion, high heels and all the rest
hide behind the standards unattainable for truth
injects herself with botox to ensure eternal youth

spewing hatred of a race not kindred to their own
clouded are the minds that lie beneath the bone
don a robe of white and string your enemy high
you're not so different but ignorance is your battle cry

material and packaged, released upon the nations
money making music machine with lack of creation
selling sex and danger to a newer generation
fed the crusts of life edging on annihilation

thinking without thought behind your next action
playing off each other to watch the reaction
hands slip and tongues tie, bodies join tight
romantic no longer, you only live to fight

Hold your sign for all to see and lean upon authority
protesting what you do not know makes you the majority
take a picture of offense and spread the news far
you're doing good It cannot be you only make new scars

words lacking honesty cruelly flow free
germination of a rumour with no guarantee
slaughtering a lost lamb to gain upon the herd
bitching with a jealous scream to make sure you are heard



Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2014-02-21 at 00:43

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