the sinner is in his church
bathed in the colours of saints
and washed in the passion of sinful admissions
empowered by stories of bread and fish
we exonerate ourselves on bended knee
to the pain and suffering we inflict
idyllic ideology puts creases in minds
and ridicules the suffering of a world
where prayer is abstinence from action
and where dead fiction is re-written
to fit the laws of the state
