Because you think it’s right,
You whispered in the dark of night,
Every alphabet a termite,
Every comma a dynamite!
The bond of love cries.
They destroy that bond,
And leave it to rot.
What you built for nearly your age,
Destroyed by outrageous, foolish rage.
That’s despicable,
His disciple?
When did he speak words of destruction?
All that he say is of construction.
Destroyer of friendship,
Decomposer of fellowship.
Splitters of the church.
Because of that ‘uncontrollable’ urge?
The aromatic juice you spit,
Is the dope that makes Him sick!
The damage you composed,
Alike a fish decomposed.
Is the dope that makes Him sick!
The hate,
Is the bait,
Luring everyone to participate.
Love washed down the drain,
Another whip of pain,
For the lamb that was slain.
