Sacramental blood denies your veins
Yet sermons spew from a tongue on fire
Another Sunday where blasphemy reigns
A child out of wedlock, a wife to gain
Fulfilling schemes of a tyrant’s desire
Sacramental blood denies your veins
Misleading your flock with heavy disdain
No robe, but a wolf in sheep’s attire
Another Sunday where blasphemy reigns
Splinters of skin blemish her face with pain
Raping the chance to make her a martyr
Sacramental blood denies your veins
Teeth sparkle white as deception refrains
Pharisaical lessons prolong to inspire
Another Sunday where blasphemy reigns
Heirs to your seed circumvent the insane
Your own true colors revealing the liar
Sacramental blood denies your veins
No further Sundays where blasphemy reigns
© 2011 Donna J. Sanders
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