Perjury And Sanctity

Hold the cross up high into the sky

Far above your head

In sacred decadence.

In pride and honour

You wear the crucifix

As a shield towards

The bitter consequence.

Your sins are not redeemed

By swearing perjury.

Your sense of self-esteem

Has miles to go to sanctity.

See the spiteful and widening cracks

In the bricks of all their

Picture perfect walls.

The hollow grins of their hypocrisy

They rock the basis until,

Until it starts to fall.

Step inside with your commandments,

Bring your holy book.

Show me your divinity.

To me you're just a sheep

With zippers in the back.

Your costume does not fool me