Aug 2014
A young preacher stands before his flock, and speaks of beliefs others mock. The man of 26 outstretched his hand, and asked his constituents to calmly stand. He spoke of God's eternal might, to a crowd whose complexion was wholly white.
Every member in attendance wore their hood, and gazed at the pulpit made of wood. Hatred and anger reigned supreme, in men whose whole intent was to demean. Eyes locked onto the man and his christened throne, preaching that blacks have no right to atone.
"All men are not created equal, some were born with a predisposition towards evil. There skin scorched an unholy black, whose sole purpose is held within a cotton sack. Do not believe those who will put them on equal footing, it is our righteous hand chosen to deliver the whooping."
The young preacher, dressed in red, spoke every falsity he had ever read. The multitudes engulfed every word, even though it was all completely absurd. In the end, an angry chorus erupted, with false speech even further corrupted. The men in their hoods of white, ran off to stir up an ancient plight.
Racism fuelled by the corrupted verse, founded by those speaking scripture in a segregated hearse. On her way to the back of the bus, death comes to any soul who tries to raise a fuss. John the Baptist watches in awe, as ****** racists remove, what they deem to be, natures great flaw.
The removal of self devised thought, leaves Catholicism an empty plot, to control any way they please, as long as one's sure to bend their knees. Cast off individual beliefs, and adopt those of archaic chiefs. Accept the principals of a nubile world, and understand colours should never be swirled.
Every member in attendance wore their hood, and gazed at the pulpit made of wood. Hatred and anger reigned supreme, in men whose whole intent was to demean. Eyes locked onto the man and his christened throne, preaching that blacks have no right to atone.
"All men are not created equal, some were born with a predisposition towards evil. There skin scorched an unholy black, whose sole purpose is held within a cotton sack. Do not believe those who will put them on equal footing, it is our righteous hand chosen to deliver the whooping."
The young preacher, dressed in red, spoke every falsity he had ever read. The multitudes engulfed every word, even though it was all completely absurd. In the end, an angry chorus erupted, with false speech even further corrupted. The men in their hoods of white, ran off to stir up an ancient plight.
Racism fuelled by the corrupted verse, founded by those speaking scripture in a segregated hearse. On her way to the back of the bus, death comes to any soul who tries to raise a fuss. John the Baptist watches in awe, as ****** racists remove, what they deem to be, natures great flaw.
The removal of self devised thought, leaves Catholicism an empty plot, to control any way they please, as long as one's sure to bend their knees. Cast off individual beliefs, and adopt those of archaic chiefs. Accept the principals of a nubile world, and understand colours should never be swirled.
