Sunday, March 23, 2008

Synagogue of Christs' Murderers

A temple built of pointed roof
scattered with some birdly poop
hypocrites on cobblestone
they the Pharisees do condone

High you are you Gothic wall
fortified the great and tall
holy shrine and marketplace
promise for the end of days

Made to house a famous crowd
whose work is hear and pay the vowed
sluts and greed fill up the pews
to drink or not our Jesus' juice

A marble carve the altar be
hanging lights and bleeding knee
holiness of chiseled wood
Judas' children there they stood

Light brought life to windows stained
hope for all the widows pained
for a temple of pointed roof
scattered still by birdly poop

1 Angelic comments:

Gerald Galindez said...

this is my poem for the Lenten season.

im quite annoyed in peoples belief in GOD nowadays, (faith)

most are being hypocrites., like the ones the killed Jesus.