chai1982

You've surrounded yourself in this
          	Faux brand of Christianity since
          	It was born of lies and deceit
          	And a myriad of nonsense
          	
          	You know your faith is the grandest
          	When it exploits fear and sadness
          	You don't see the hypocrisy
          	Because of your willful blindness
          	
          	Cherry picking from evidence
          	Pretentious when there's dissidence
          	Why do you put up a façade
          	When you are obviously dense?
          	
          	Don't claim to be a man of God
          	Your rich foundation is of blood
          	And we can all see how it lies
          	To the all the flowers and the buds
          	
          	There's nothing wrong with wanting more
          	But look at what that blindness bore
          	So now your mind is closed for all
          	And now our friendship is unsure
          	
          	a poem from sadness