deep evil lurking beneath cloaks of righteousness
with hands purified by holy water they preach a song of goodness
"to be one with God"
the masked figure can speak
"you must do his biding"
as unseen lips move rhythmically the room around them grows cold
the mask releases a cloud of breath, icy
creating a veil of fog before them and I
ans all stands still
they spoke with a soft voice, yet it was growing louder as the energy was sucked right from their followers
I am stronger than this false hope and lying faith
this being preaches of the wrong and right
as is they were my inner conscience
they speak of equality and shunning the different
for God must have made a mistake, this batch he created of individuals
it was wrong : imperfect
yet this man before me
the man with no face
just finished telling me
"God loves all of his children and makes no mistakes"
these people surrounding me
zombies - each and every one
not questioning words swept clumsily into their ears
scattering for answers - searching for a sign
I'm in need of an explanation
rushing to my feet, i make my way towards the door
to leave this house of God
Confused i will be no more - he catches me with a stern blue glare
Pulling back the over sized hood; now i can see who is there
a human, like you and I
torn at the seems with false hope sewn into his being of finally being laid to rest
relaying the secrets he was once told
of another man with hope for a new home
one up in heaven
where the big man will treat him right
but these men move on
spreading the word that God will one day save them all when he returns
returns to a world where his words have been twisted
by this man hoping for salvation
provided by God
his soft, hands adorned with not a single callus
blessing souls for their eternal sleep
they followed his word - believed every story
every passage written in the bible
never were they questioned once
God is our savior - and that is belief enough
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Spiritualpointless free-writes about the big man upstairs; the puppet master