Good News?...

I'll take the poor,.
     let me feed them
     but let them not
     learn a thing...
Keep them in Darkness,
    keep the Ignorant
    so I may seem more
    noble when the Psalms
    to you I sing...
Keep us separated,
   let them stay degraded,
   they serve my purpose that way...
Give me your tired,
   here is a warehouse,
   let me pile them high
   like cords of wood...
Let them stay mired,
   this fen is just right,
   the more they struggle
   the deeper they sink...
They have got to learn
   that all their life they'll yearn
   but won't have peace
   until they die...
And you wonder why
   the Gospels make me cry...
  
     July 19, 2014