Political government!

 

 

I walk in the darkness
And I never die.
I crave your blood
Don’t ask me why.
I thrive on your skin
So soft and warm.
Its communion Sunday
For all to Mourn!
I walk in the light to preach to you.
Do as I say!
not as I do!
Hypocrites at communions toast.
Outback they brag and they bost,
I carry crosses around my neck.
As a reminder of someone's death.
My robs are silk with a caller or two.
His blood is yours drink it too!
Taste the meat and drink the wine
It is ordained fruit from the vine.
With ceremonies and mystic rhymes
From a book that stood the test of time.
I will twist the words that you read.
For I am hungry and full of greed!
Controlling my flock and letting me feed.
For I am the opposite of what you read!
I will judge you and make you fear!
Preaching that the end of times is near.
Hell and damnation are on their way!
unless you confess to me today!
Give me your money and your minds.
There's a difference here to define!
The book is a conversation for us to host.
The church is the controlling
a government at most.
It has lost its love
judging you and me
He died for our sins
but you are still on one knee!

By Scott  Lee Baker