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Preech but no Practice

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Preech but no Practice

Stained glass pours
light throughout.
There he stands innocent 
wearing white
Sunday is a time of
rejoice, forgiveness, and worship.
All of your sins and unjust 
will be cured. 
You must stand and sing
to be heard.
                    As a salesman bargains 
for your pockets.
Elderly folk align
                  wearing finest
sunday clothing.
The lord might judge like the neighbor
who sits two rows infront. 

Equalness is drilled.
the wood always takes 
untill exiting the sunday cult.

If a black
holding an afro
and tattoo's 
               cuts you off 
or didnt say your welcome
or makes you pay more taxes
or is unjust to your demands

he would be a nigger.

Sunday afternoon is present
and you've done your deed to
your savior. 

Turning away from the poor,
while throwing a 10 for the car cleaning
 you sang your songs
that is enough. 

But the old who die 
and the young who survive
will be saved by 

not christ, not a father
not a sign

but themselves.

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