Some merge to deceive,
And others, splurge in the work of their merciful deeds,
Then, confirming their worth, with the nerves to proceed,
This, discerning Earth had the urge to believe!
Now we're, concerned with a curse on the verge to conceive,
Just a, burst of the worst, mixed with turbulence, grief,
On the, surface we bleach our words the service to speak,
Is just, sacredness burned when our sermons are breached!
We are, yearning to seek the truth, yet blashphemy falls,
And gradually, we let it happen until tragedy calls,
Then miraculously all is gained when our backs at the wall,
Fabricating his name in vain. . .your majesty, ALL!
We magically stall, misconstruing spewing our flaunts,
Choosing that once we leave his place, we can do what we want,
Foolishness, cunts blinded cause their vision is bleeding,
Living a secret; Let's be Christians when religion's convenient!
So timid and speechless, this isn't what sins about,
A binge of doubt, a time card: we've punched in and out,
Pretending to crowd His word, yet we've devoured his grace,
With cowardly traits, Sunday's are just an hourly rate!
A sourly taste, atheism can be paired with cancer,
There's no cure, just because their fucking prayers ain't answered,
Failed to pamper, for some, there's just no grounds or hope,
Forget preaching, grab a Bible, shove it down their throats!
Never lounge with those, who often, plunge in sickness,
Thinking because their life sucks, God is non existent,
It's ones decision, but look, our love is potent,
Just remember: Next terrorist attack, our doors are open.
I guess.
-Nique.