The biggest enemy is the enemy within.
On every screen is the manicured face of sin.
We're not meant to crave wealth are we?
So can you explain the Pastor's new Ferrari?
Piles of cash behind a solid gold door.
Where is the money to help the poor?
Can you explain with even a small amount of clarity,
Where on Earth is your sense of charity?
Do the gates of Heaven take MasterCard?
Is buying God's love really that hard?
Can you remember the Bible, are you able,
To remember if Jesus saw this he'd flip a table?
You scream spilling hate at the 'unworthy'.
But was it you who slept with that hooker or me?
Do you find it slightly odd,
That Jesus never said you need a private jet to be close to God?
The Gospel is meant to be told.
You seem to believe it's meant to be sold.
So I hope you're happy in your mansion.
I'm happy you can't take it with you when you're gone.
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Songs of Saints and Sinners
PoesíaAn attempt to understand the divine and faith through my eyes. A collection of poems inspired by Blake, Milton and Nick Cave. From Christ to Krishna and everything in between. Basically attempts to convey some of my ideas and feelings about certain...
