The Faithless, The Sadist and The Holy Contradiction

You're an angry saint

In the name of the faithless, the sadist and holy contradictions

You wear your garment and preach the gospel with bonded fictions

What's real?

My faithful faithless, you are not damned, you are imperfect

Their revelations paint the truth in contradictions

Their resolutions paint our efforts in indecisions

They built heaven's gate with loose inclinations of salvation

You're an angry saint

We're painted unworthy in our rebellion

It's sin to be human, yet human is what you made us

What is a savior who's self proclaimed salvation?

What is humility in a self proclaimed saint?

What is all accepting will from judgement?

Here's my take...

We painted murals that reveled in the chaos of the disbanded

Salvation crucified, revelations sanctified

We're taught worship is the anchor, but your scoreboards scriptures frame a different picture...

We're not to learn from our mistakes without embellishing scripture

Propaganda poetry to remind us we're not worthy but still forgiven

If judgement is the way a saint earns their wings, I'll clip my feathers and take flight below...

And fall slowly among the nest where all the fallen angels go...