Taking what was never theirs

Hearing only lies for words

Eating flesh flavored bread

Binging on promises of salvation

Ignorant to the divine book written by man

Blood flowing forth as wine

Living testament to a righteous carpenter

Every Sunday flocked like mindless lambs

Every other day playing the role of repentant sinners

Quickly absorbed by the temptations of life

Under watchful, all-knowing eyes

Allowing themselves reprieves from a devout existence

Living under the assumption that all will be forgiven

Seeing no holes in their fool-proof ascensions

Lunacy is all I see in their illusions of Faith

Independent of rational thought

Eternally lost in a land of broken dreams

Sealed by fate to be forgotten by the God that isn't there