Satan is Smiling Sipping on a cup of Sins. Sunday Mornings see his delight, as so many walk in the house of God Cutting Eyes. You can't take me with you, and I have no plans to go. No way to get me to worship Bricks and Mortar- anymore. After you know the truth and somehow managed to stay, I stand up and I am on the Rock- hear what I say. Don't try to take me with you, and you can't make evil, I am hearing the word, no need for Brick Buildings with Steples. Sin has no weight its not by the gram, One is the same as another or we are all Damned. So I will not be going with you, and you can't make me go. The light is bright and I can't worship brick-and-mortar anymore.
Thasociallyinsanepoet
©nsanepoet
N