Religion Poem by Mark Gould

The sly man's perch
A filth ridden, ghostly plane.
A clenched fist and acid rain.
The play that everyone loves and hates
A bluffing man that keeps his face
Loving hate, and killing promise
Fighting for their precious ignorance
Never right, yet Never wrong
Every lie, with every song
Ringing bells, to sound the call
Flocks fly in, for death to stall
It's Propoganda, Spitting lies
Through its death, Reason thrives