I WENT TO CHURCH OR DID I?
I see you. I see clearly through you I see all you want me to see I see much you don’t want me to see You stand, you rack of dry parched bones You’re sandwiched between two panes of fleshly glass You’re a hanger for the big black robe You’re covered in drivel of Political Correctness They sit staring from empty eye sockets They sit listening from pre-formed minds They hunger for the food of appropriate sin They thirst for the word that pampers flesh Bits and pieces of dogma and doctrine have... Sign in to see full entry.