All dressed up
Making our way to the temple
There’s a day from all days considered sacred
It’s called the sabbath

It’s the only day, all kinds of people have always amassed
A place where Jesus Christ once spoke about redemption
And the creator of everything
The way, the truth and light
A place where people
Once Wholeheartedly exhorted and praised the Lord
Following and obeying the voice of the master

In today’s present climate
When the sabbath pops up
We become robots that function similarly
And so, we dress up in one accord and Wash off our dirty spots
Just to get passes through the doors of the church
Thwarting our way in
Totally covering up our bruises
Just to show the community of the church
We’re whole
Concealing our ugly sides
Converting our malicious souls into noble souls
Totally immersing every part of our body in a river of holy water
Taking a million baths
so that even the worms that’ve begun to come out of our skins could be scrapped off
And so that we shine like Gold

Thereafter, we become squeaky clean
Just like clothes that have been dipped in detergent and taken to laundry
We’re then able to gain passes through the doors of the church
Just to catch a flick of the holy one
Skillfully camouflaged our sins
We go through undetected
We all then look frank in the church
Like innocent sweet souls with their brains in the clouds
Wearing serious expressions
But we clandestinely shame the name of Lord
Forgetting the little drizzles and beautiful rainbows
That’ve filled up our shallow selves

But in the church, we find people that sell their bodies
And label themselves true Christians
We find People who’ve sold bones of innocent albinos
We find People who’ve squeezed blood out of bodies
But seem and feel the cleanest on sabbaths
We find people who’ve flushed out innocent souls
But they can’t extinct the connection
The DNA’S
And so, the little soul still has access to the main control
They cry out every night for justice from their own murderers
We find people who’ve have forcefully plucked the forbidden fruit
From innocent little girls and boys
We find people who’ve shown other beings
That their hands are not only for consuming
But for disciplining good character
We find people who’ve shown they’re all on top of the universe
That one can’t surpass
Their possessions

A church has become a place
Where people don’t worship anymore
But to show off their clothes
Cat walks
Amount of money
If you’ve lots of money
You’re set as an example to the other sheep
You’re marked as a set apart and most loved child of the lord
For we forget he wasn’t ever after material things
for they’ll one day decay and rot

The church has become a place
Where infidelities, sodomies, fornication, adulteries and Sexual immoralities take place
It has become a place
Where pastors don’t preach salvation but money
Yes, the same money that the blood of the holy one bleed on
And led him to a four-sided stick stacked
Perfectly shaped
Where pastors have affairs with the sheep
Saying, it’s part of the way to paradise
We’ve all misconstrued every teaching Christ had left
Just like the salvation he preached
For purity and faithfulness upon the lord
Have become things of the past
Most Christians today are no different from unbelievers
No love
No sympathy
No forgiveness
No holiness
Just people wearing suits called Christian suits

We still have some Christians that never take days off
They still follow the footsteps of Jesus
It’s not surprising
For we forget the hour he shall return
That’s uniquely unknown
For the bible clearly states
In the last days such shall happen
And they shall try to dethrone our one true God
But I never knew it would begin from the church
As they say, if you want to find the most and worst sinners
Go to the church.