‘O ye whited sepulchre,
Whose Rosary a mere adornment – 
A jewel, and not for prayer,
You cling to for frigid warmth.

Far more suited are ye
To dine at Pilate’s table
Than utter Jesus’ name
And bear unto him Pyrite,
Not Gold, at that holy stable.

You here, stand witness – 
The pious fraud
Sing hymns and prayers within
While your sins abound abroad.

And ever cherry-pick your apples,
Rather than sit for long and read,
And understand the sacred words,
Rather than your own thoughts heed.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s