The Rot Within the Cross

The churches walls are crumbling for there’s rot in its foundations, a guiding light grown dim through shadows cast by foul temptations, the journey of a soul’s been lost to vanity and greed and when the tongue of the divine grows forked the truth shall soon secede The empty spaces left where changers had plied their trade in coins made way for darker business more concerned with youth and loins, and the same who preach condemnation for real love between grown men have shown the rights of paedophiles are now a duty to defend A name and reputation now given more value than a flock, yet both are falling ever further with every ticking of the clock, shielding wolves from harm as they prey viciously on lambs, it seems the spirit has grown stagnant for its sources have been dammed Misogyny, intolerance and righteous condemnation are the fruits the tree has born within your garden of creation, and the serpent hitched a ride with whispers mistaken for the Word, and sweeping filth under the rug it seems is the cleaning that’s preferred