A “For Sale” sign
stands out front
where once a parish
notice board stood
for a hundred years.
Inside, the pews are gone.
A stark, stripped back space
echoes an absence
occupied now by only wisps
of dust drifting through a shaft
of sunlight, a buzzing blowfly
and a spiders web spun
across a window
as if strung to snare
the frayed wings
of the last
escaping prayer.
Praying we should never cease
God will provide the increase
As He will strike the Sheppard
And scatter the sheep
So we pray with the psalmist
That God will awake and not sleep
For all of us, Christ has some work
Even as He did for Charlie Kirk
Jesus secured our security
Now be a person after God's maturity
God created this convocated community
This calling together in the perfect Tri-Unity
Mega church Earth,
Now's the hour, humanity,
Fills days with love, hope,
Peace bonds unite,
Foster futures now....
(25 syllables).
The trolling of the iron bell
brought the pair together
in sickness and in health
through all kinds of weather
he a macho manly male
anticipating his marital right
she a timorous maiden frail
awaiting her wedding night
no more lingering at the church
or languishing left in the lurch
no more cake or champagne
someone left it out in the rain
and that which is to come
he acceding to her every plea
she submitting to his every wish
a happy couple for all the world to see
Death of Church
One upon a time, my friend
There was a church
Crazy people of that instance
Tried to forge the God
They placed fears and conditions
And occurred as well renditions
They believed that humans saints
And that's why their instance ends
They possessed the funds of money
Were evil, pedophiles
They took money from the people
Fraudulating pseudorights
They implied they are Controller
For the moral for the race
They removed the best in humans
And implied a lot of craze
Their reasoning was schizo
Their motive was control
They imposed associations
So that sanity would fall
DUE DIVERSITY of the UNITED STATES it i sCONSTITUTINAL to remove cHURCH SCHOOL from HOMESCHOOLING list of allowed practices and produce a WARNING that CHRISTIAN sect organization my badly influence yourself and your children
The ravens scream from hell
Awakening demons and leading them
Calling the Devil to cross the River Styx
It is time for them to reclaim the world
Remove and destroy all of the saints
Make money their new God and idiots their leaders
Force them to worship at the new altar
Made of gold, blood, and bone of the beaten
Make the churches of the darkest obsidian
And fill them with all of the world's evil
Only that way will the darkness return
And it will last for all eternity
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LRET
I never had a religion.
Only thirst.
And instead of drinking,
I shouted.
I was told I am lost.
That I burn too much
and God does not come to those who shout.
But He answered me only when I howled.
I carry within me a church without doors.
No priests.
No icons.
Only a cross shaped like a question
and a Gospel written with the blood of a dreamer.
Lawlessness comes home to roost
Israeli settlers’ troubles self-induced
Fool ‘lawmakers’ look the other way
for their crimes, settlers never pay
Yet killing innocents wasn’t enough
now a church attacked, Huckabee got tough
When Arabs attack them, settlers are rightly up in arms
but it doesn’t entitle them to do a church any harm
If they don’t get the message this time, along with their fool supporters
Messrs. Huckabee and Trump will give the settlers their marching orders
O worship the Lord
In the beauty of holiness
So says the Bible
Again and again.
So how do we do it
In chapel or church
Majestic cathedral
Or do we just fall
On our knees to the floor
And hope God is smiling
As he looks round the door?
No, none of such methods
Display godly holiness
By that kind of beauty
God can’t be impressed.
The only way beautiful
Our worship can be
Is through Jesus our Saviour
And our living as He.
“Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.” Psalm 29:2
Gotta go to school it's the same old story
teach me a lesson would be good for me
learning all the rules five days of the week
don't fall behind don't think don't speak
gotta go to work it's the same sad story
get me a job that's sure to bore me
working for a wage five days of the week
don't step out of line don't think don't speak
gotta go to church it's the same sick story
wed me a wife who's bound to hound me
listen to her ***** each day of the week
don't fool around don't think don't speak
it's the way of the world the way of man
follow the herd don't say a word
all we can do is do all we can
so let's all dance to the same algorithm
everyone even you and me
dictated and played by the powers that be
me and you what have we got to lose
if we stay in line we'll be fine
and dance to the same algorithm and blues
There once was an old Pope from Rome
who had the Good Book a huge tome
an altar ego and mass appeal
so he made the Vatican home
2015 he addressed the environment
on climate change caused by man
and issued a Catholic Church encyclical
the first-ever since Popes began
let's trust instructing his cardinals
to avoid any more scandals
when pontificating and preaching to the choir
to burn less incense and light fewer candles
altho' it's a slippery slope here's the dope
and no I won't soft-soap
there's not much hope of Pope on a rope
but I can cope so I won't mope
now hear my voice as it's a choice
if I may be quite so bold
religion is discretionary not hereditary
and the herd of sheep in the fold should be told
Many years ago, I visited a church. The Saint Osmund Church in London
In Barnes. Beautiful and imposing Catholic Home of God. Felt from the heart
Mass. This was an intimate afternoon. I have never been here before. Never
The believers waited silently for the voice of the bells. The calling voice rang out
Holy Mass had begun. The priest was an aristocratic character, an old man
Preaching was incredible. His thoughts soared, and his audience fell into a hypnotic state
This Mass left an eternal mark on my soul
This Mass burned into my soul. Forever
This Mass always accompanies me
This Mass always lives in me
It's an eternal inspiration
every gesture graceful
every glance
every smile
in reverence
echoes of words spoken
fall on hungry ears
chants elevate the soul
resonating at higher levels
an air of peace reigns
hovering in its presence
impregnating hearts that await
silence shouts its virtues
within the rolling waves
as tongues are gently stilled
the flame scintillating stands tall
portal to another kingdom
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Hidden in the valleys
Towered by mighty peaks
Lies the church of rejects
The church of those called weak
Those the powerful sent home
Out of strong belief
That they were a contaminant
Not worthy of the Chief
Rejected by mankind,
And seeking hopeful refuge
They travel long and far
To the Church who comforts me and you
They feed them bread and give them wine
And embrace them as they dine
See, the Church of rejects--
Who bear the pain of unacceptance
And watch rejection of the truth--
Is ministered by the one insulted
Humiliated
Murdered
Mutilated
Used as justification for those elected
The very men who cause rejection
Is ministered
By the one and only God above
The giver of light and truth
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