Church Ladies
Saw you coming;
That look of want in your eyes.
You and your ‘flock' of friends,
A karma soaking in debts.
A throne of donation, loans, and foreclosed homes.
A book you exploit tells:
Snakes like you he sends alone to damnation
Church, heaven, hell?
It all misses the point..
A soul you cannot sell.
‘Non-profit' influence belief (buy with your mind)
Their Peddling lies
The manipulator has stories to tell.
~END~
By Joel Thornton May 11 2010
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