Confessions of a Church

I stand staring with affection
At what I see in the mirror
I drink of my perfection
Avoiding the hole that I am

In love with programs and progress
The people are just in the way
All of my fortune I horde
And keep the children at bay

All of our works are fading
Along with the temples we’ve made
Displays of our successes
Were never meant to stay

I only care when I get a return
I only see when it’s my reflection
I am lust, I am greed, I am selfish
My only hope to live is to die

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