Fraudulent- (A Glimps Into The Mind Of Satin) Poem by Edwin Baldwin

'Echoes rise up
from beneath a steeple
gathered there are
God's good people.'

'Confessing their sins
before the Alter
asking forgivness
for which they falter.'

'Knelt with hands together
as they begin to pray
like children wishing
presents on christmas day.'

''O how many people
today shall I snare
looking for gifts
and not finding them there.'

'Good little sheeple
so easily bled
by my crooked hand
so easily lead.'

'By earthly things
of worldly desire
doomed for eternity
to suffer in fire.'