Sunday, September 12, 2010

Confess






















The smoke ascends the alter, wayward sins we tend to falter
Sanctify dignify glorify – commitment to the divine system
Vice, depravity, immoral deeds – just an external symptom
The clutches the crutches the penetrating roots rotting the core
Abandoned, ashamed, set for confession – repent, repent once more
Enrobed in the purest of white masking the indications and implications
Mocking ourselves for we are the only ones subject to corporal subjugation
The crasses the masses the straying asses oh, woe unto our Holy Nation