Drunk in the Light:

[oregoncoffeeroc]

I’ve seen
Sunday drivers, passing by
Church buildings that look like factories
Pushing out one then two, all new
Believing in the corporate boss
Because that’s standard, by the book
Those rules, guiding the lines
That marks the path, once crossed
The sidewalk across from the steeple

I’ve seen
Holy rollers, sitting across
From the spread-legged preachers
Laughing at the shepherd drowning sheep
In their own blood, they cackle. Christ!
Cut with the sharp tongue, and shed
In rivers of lies told by candlelight
With forked thoughts and words spirited
By liquor’d breath, and a lechers drunkenness

I’ve seen
The gospel spat on, in the light of
The second act, just playing
With Gods, hand, slap them red, have fun
Then push it more, off the edge
Kissing the sword, die by it, its time
Then hope for the best, and pray
Because the book of the dead, it waits
To say goodnight, by their candle, light, snuffed