Catholicity of Faith

Horoscopes defy what the mind already knows Sagittarius categorized, Catholically inclined Religion forces Signed eyes to reconsider deliverance Archer status on the dance floor Lips poised clothing crunk'd High heels dipped in ghetto couture Street loved, Sirens seem to posess me with Hip-Hop streaming Cold blue steel pressed against my thigh He makes me forget Good Girl analogies Marxist ideologies and paying the water bill Electric cars and global warming Catholic tendencies clash with knee-jerk leftist remarks Minorities have a propensity to be Democratically oriented Shall I take it to the highest point of disregard And let Disneyland dreams give way to worldly needs Oh God May we philosophize before his muscles take me over Smiles reconcile what was once sober Drunk off uncertainty "I live for the moment" lies We all need a little healing I forget my repented chants to forgive sins The more educated I become the harder it is to blindly believe Faith is a tired charade that I must play Center stage, bright eye'd and readily paid I believe but must I rely on what the homily says The bank notes the eagerness in charity of diluted masses I trust in the Lord Everyone needs a mentor To relinquish safety in the face of uncertainty Is something revolutionary Am I to fall in love with guilt as my ancestors before me Will Jesus still love me if i'm not sorry for smiling I'm not sorry at all for being Lividly in love with living But was it T.S Elliot who was so declined to meet The basic devotion in his poetry Or was it me who denies faith everlastingly I'm already twisted with these bottles of opiated, over the counter conviction Priests who color me darker then I was before I dipped my hand Into sanctified waters Questions procede answers that are left for dying The Vatican with daily mantras force me to facilitate fate Is this the right religion for me Why isn't faith enough, destiny binds me to unforgiving roots Relatives in Zoot-suits trying to mix it up The fine lines between being revolutionary and being impious Are fading so slightly from the clear cut minds Or is it mine whose mind is cut from something similar to sacrilede profanity Surely we shall see With prayer in my hand the devil at my feet