Put tongue depressors on depressed confessors
It’s much better
It’s cold in church so I wear a sweater
Letters on my jacket
Sin light as a feather

To lease us a house in heaven didn’t please us
So we built one below
We undergo
Surgery
To make the church pretty
Face lift hypocrisy
Hide it behind idolatry of the American dream
I stand on a beam and observe
A seam
Cut through the church
Held together by attendance on Sunday morn
I mourn that Christianity is so small
But the order of change is too tall
So ball up and be content with this religious practice
Of attend, convince, repent
Is this why the Son of Man was sent?

The church wears make up
I can’t see her eyes
I love her
Don’t beat up on my grooms bride
But she hides and cheats and sleeps with fleets in sinful heats
Jesus’ heart beats bleed
She is freed

There is no cure
That’s why we choose to reminisce on bliss
And list-
-en to memories obscure
when dreams were blurred with reality
but now we’re taught fallacies
And the galaxies are Pharisees
Are we too afraid of heresies?
Will we slip into wonder and again begin to wonder?
Why
We are held by the sky
Arms wrapped around shield our eyes
We cry but tears die with us
A pretty penny paid for lies feeds fear drawn out in long lines
Explaining why
We’re too afraid to try
But I’ll tell you why
Cause I have stood and listened
And I know
There are too many men who when punched
Fall
Who, hunched, recall the times they didn’t stand tall
But not me!
So while I live between
I will choose to dream
Although it may seem
The stars are mathematical schemes
Pathological feelings send us reeling lost on our fingers
We linger
A moment so moments are so very close to us
Although we fuss
We would like nothing more than to discuss our problems not solve them but evolve them into complex people who can be listed, set in steeples, and preached healing messages of free hope
Don’t choke trying to cope-
-ing mechanisms divide us like chasms
While visions send us spasms
And we try to fathom
The problem
We can’t
So imagination sets up station
In our minds eye of eye falls our eye balls
We don’t believe
don’t believe everything you see
From the pulpit
Cause sometimes the pulpit is so stuffed with lies it’s a toilet bowl full of
Us, murmur and discuss the juicy condemnation causes puss to build up in our cars, car rides turned side ways
remind the decades to behave!
Barrages of domestic violence we hide in garages because they’re silent
Sound proof allow us to aloof pass sentences of false truth on each other
How much would you pay to destroy your brother
How much to pay your congregation to cover it up
Don’t slip up
Cause God us angry
And hell is waiting
So give the church your money
And let the hungry beg some feed off the dogs
While we build bigger churches
Bigger steeples
Give the people a place to feel comfortable already
Cause the world is getting heavy and your political party isn’t ready
Freddy Mercury and Donald Trump
Don’t pick my mind my mind wont slump
Give in to politics
The new religion
Replacing the evangelists with evangelicals is my position
This sick transition
Turns our theology into disparity
Statistics don’t bring me any clarity
Don’t feed me this
I’ve had enough
My cup is full and so am I
It’s time my old religion dies
For relationship in disguise is no better than a guise to make me think that I’m fine
I want to talk to God, don’t send me to the priest, In want to talk to God, stop feeding me, I’m full
I want to talk to God, don’t send me to policy, I want to talk to God, not a man with a degree
My pastor doesn’t speak for God, no matter what i make him out to be
That’d be easier, don’t you agree?
Let me talk to God
I want to know His heart
I want the seas to part
I want relationship to start