Foundations built on hypocrisy.
The political agenda embedded firmly.
Churches filled with the American order, painting their Christs to align.
There’s nothing sacred that doesn’t deserve the strongest level of critique or criticism.
Wallowing in their own self grandeur, following the way of faith in their own delusions.
This outrage growing.
In the minds of the severed.
The ones ruptured by their creed.
The cross is lost.
The body has been withered.
Dogma engulfing the hearts of the tainted.
Horror, desecration.
Take me from this wasteland.
Hate makes way to replace the purity, reaching those who have let it in.
Forsaking and perverting anything where they see fit.
The cross is lost in the hearts of men.
The subversive nature of their hands.
To declare rule, establishing dominance.
Morally superior.
Judgment forced upon them.
Avoiding doubt like a plague, then condemning those who don’t align.
The cross is lost.
No one left to blame in the holy name.
Sucking down the words of their own gospels.
Publicly profane.
Attention that they crave.
Standing on a pedestal of their devotion.
Creating living hell.
Tearing at the veil.
Preying on minds of the ones who are seeking.
Contaminate the pure, toward vanity.
Turning it on all who refuse to comply.