A grand building was built <br />so that people could come to worship. <br />The cup of blood was forged out of gold <br />so that people would not mind drinking <br />it in the early hours of the morning. <br />A melodic song was written <br />so that a band could be placed <br />in the back of the church <br />to make sure that everyone was entertained. <br />Donuts were bought for after mass <br />so that this church could be a socializing community. <br />All of this money spent sickens me. <br />All of the Catholics condone this behavior. <br />I have even heard them say how beautiful the church is. <br />This is why I can not be amongst you anymore. <br />I choose to worship alone in a place that is pure, <br />my heart.<br /><br />Theorem The Truth Serum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-that-is-pure/
