leaving dust

it's a building
not the Church
investing in the material
ignoring the spiritual
you look so pretty
with your lovely noose
unable to enjoy
incapable of living
always at war
with flesh and blood
while devils steal, kill and destroy
nose up
you miss what's happening
weep with those who weep
laugh with those who laugh
cry me a river
immature baby
i'm walking ahead
catch up if you wish
arms wide open