Mother Church

You have no crown, you're not fate
Just a name inside a book
Raining down judgment, sharing hate
Reigning over lands you took.

Long gone words uttered in care
Another empty moment wasted in prayer.

You build up castles in glass and gold
Over the toiling of the poor,
Shouting at bad children "do as you're told"
Or end up being the fabled whore. 

You see how simple it can be
To keep the blind on faithful knee.

Yet my time is not yours to take
It's mine to craft and contemplate,
Your walls to break and floors to shake
To spill the burdened collection plate.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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