The clique
The clique
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Oh, child of God where does your heart lay. You seem to think the lord's words you don't disobey.
A poem about how spoilt some Christians can be and how they think butter wouldn't melt. And how judgement is not a Christian characteristic.

The clique

Oh, child of God where does your heart lay.

You seem to think the lord's words you don't disobey.

Your callas words and actions have me in disarray.

Don't act like your full of dismay

We are all sinners at the end of the day.

You look on with proud eyes despite the fact the lord despises anyone with such pride.

It seems you have forgotten the reason Christ died.

For all of us.

For a greater union between heaven and earth.

Yet you look upon your brethren like they have no worth.

Casting your nose upwards and your eyes down.

It's like you've forgotten that Jesus had to wear a thorny crown.

You seem to think your prayer is the only one making a sound.

What about the lashings Jesus bare before he hit the ground?

Judge them not for they know not what they do.

Yet look at you. Know your station.

Time to come back to earth and that's not because you've been some where divine.

Self-righteous and essentially worshipping the bovine.

Its time to come down from your high seat.

And see how people in the street preach.

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