Patti Masterman


The Church Is Built On Bloody Bones


The church is built on bloody bones,
Broken martyrs, burning homes;
The church is built on bloody bones-
Not singing angels, golden thrones.

The church is built on murder, rage,
Plunder, anger and pillage;
The church is built on murder, rage-
There's no escaping murders wage.

The church you choose informs your soul,
If you're shattered, if you're whole;
The church you choose informs your soul-
So be sure it's worthy goal.

Submitted: Sunday, July 08, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 09, 2012

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  • Captain Cur (7/12/2012 10:39:00 AM)

    We need religious freedom, the right to choose whom to worship or not!
    The problem is the fanatic and deadly means used over the centuries and
    still see today in som cultures. Provocative write! (Report) Reply

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