The Church sits In its own shit
The stench overpowers Blinds and showers Down lies
The bastard tries To swim in it
Hoping that his lies will fit And fool the people
Who would rather heap Lie upon lie
Than be a lone voice and try To hear and speak
The Truth.
Instead they tweak
Their confounding words To the point of absurdity
So he can stay, sitting pretty, While my truth falls
Into the abyss
Drowned out by the hiss Of the vipers
The snipers
Who seek to shoot me down At any cost
So the truth is lost
But the church can go on Protect itself
Hide from scrutiny Suffocate any mutiny

Silence the victims The poor, the weak Stamp on the meek,
And throw Jesus’ words away They don’t matter to a church Whose reputation
Is worth more to it’s leaders
Than any representation Of light.
Don’t bother to fight
My truth will not be heard
They’re not interested in a single word
They will win I will lose
I will save myself the trouble Make a nest here in the rubble They leave behind.
And know I tried
But they stole my pride
I won’t let them take my life
My soul
For that is their ultimate goal Victory at all costs
Shut up. Go Away they say. I have lost
They are here to stay.