We Are Herein Doomed
we are herein doomed as we fake the smiles:
Therein groomed as me rake the wiles-
Sins splattered stiff to our shadows
Lurking unflattered from the laws.
sins fall like sounds from the Trumpet
The Law selling its indulgence,
The church singing in different pitches
About Christ, their rhythms Hoarse from
greed and lies.
Bibles interpreted vociferously like literature.
while we croak hoarse in the pious world,
Penitents reduced to the ranks of pious Alms Givers.
Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2013
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