What a glorified role model,
One who spreads the word of good,
But that hypocrite lives in denial,
Of the beast within,
instead of the man he should be,
His plate for offering,
He sings hymn,
Bring your offering,
Bring your money to him,
So he can judge all he see's,
Safe behind religion,
Thoughts grow old to actions,
As greed seeds his belly & eyes grow,
With his wallet, his new huge church,
Bigger than a high school,
He's on top of the world,
Atop a girl,
She's just trying to survive,
Trying to bring up her own child,
Finances are thin,
She attends the priests services with her daughter,
He must not have recognized her,
She puts money on the golden plate every week,
No matter how thin the finances,
But he was caught with cigar hanging out his mouth,
Hard on sticking out his pants,
So she fights him off & calls him out,
He can't accept that,
So he provokes her firing,
Unbelievable,
I have fire I'll bring,
To cold priest,
Its inevitable.
You condemn what you don't understand.
'Cause you fear them & all they can do to your plan.
On fire, you are fired priest.
I am own GOD!

You, are fired priest.
By Nocolocal (Austin J. Frick/Fricktion/NEMS), © 2013, All rights reserved.
Age Of Reason Is Now.
2-18-'13.