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.