Traded water for the wine
A dirty swine mistaken for divine
So, you roll around in all the mud
Disrespecting sacred blood
Does it feel good?
sliding down your throat
Regurgitate his lies
and you’ll start to choke
All the precious years
Going up in smoke
You bought his fiery lies
The mirror now, a tragic joke
A friend and Savior
You turned into a gun
To get the devil’s favor
Golden calf replaced the sun
Is he your chosen slaver
You sold yourselves
Traded gold for breath
Your graves into you delve
Traded life for death
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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