Its the same its always been
Captured by hierarchy unquestioned
Cultivated by Catholic Traditions
Held under manipulations of some kind of greed
Comfort, weakness, comparison and labels
All associated with a lie they termed needs
But this is the not path
Christ gave his life for a new morality
Not some hell bound ceremony
Its time to open closed oblivion lead eyes
This is a real taste of what life is like
You hate me now and those at my feet
But their not bowing their screaming
Against your mentality of the Cross
Wherein our new love has been found
Our mobility is deprived by structure
Built without the consideration variable textures
From what they know not, are they afraid
The damaged its caused by the ancient slave ways
Can it be undone was it worth it all
But this is the not path we should seek
Those termed saints died for a dying whisper
An unhindered every changing equality
Bound up in morality for us to choose
For too long we've read only the unchallenging lines
Passages easily manipulated by comfort and time
Its not away from you I walk but into your hallways
No tail between my legs like a dog I run forward with all that I am
Fuck regret, its time to recognize change and move on
This is the truth hidden behind your label 'revival fire'
God move amongst you, choose to move first
His fists of discipline I've learned the hard way
This is a warning, now is not the time to close your eyes
The damage you cause to loved ones and yourself
Is beyond measure with each passing day
That you dream of treasures in heaven
But on earth move not a muscle in an equally caring way
Walk the path that's meant to be
Fuck the selfish comparison to the rich dreams
God meant you to give up your very life
The least you could do, is sweat a little
Or pick up a pen and write...
Saturday, April 4, 2009
hierarchy Christianity (Unashamed)
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