OTHER’S SEE

OTHER’S SEE

Jan 24

Written By darren bachtel

You know that you're so selfish

Careless and callous

You worship at the base

Of a dark green phallus

Think your God will love you

With a dollar sign

Do anything for money

And think that God is so inclined

Pretend to seek for Jesus

But his wallet's all you wanna find

Apparently you failed to see

That Jesus Christ is colorblind

Don't listen when they tell you

That he died for you and me

When you look up at the cross

All you see's a money tree

You live your life mistaken

Surely in a fallacy

You're lacking innocence

While living in your infancy

You're missing where your Bible speaks

Of love and poverty

You missed the parts 'bout how the meek

Inherit everything

You stand up on your pedestal

And point back down at me

Never seeing that your finger's

Already stained by greed

You stand up on your soapbox

And you try to reprimand

But all I see pointedly

Is a devil on a stand

You can run your mouth all that you want

Pretend to know the truth

But God made nothing easy

For the likes of lazy you

The first thing you see

Three chapters into Genesis

Is greed, Eve and apples

And the serpent, our first nemesis

You seem to have forgotten

Or at least remember this

Fueled by a need for shiny things

It's that need that got us into this

But you can't seem to need to see

The world that you are living in

You simply waste your time and mine

By giving into greater sins

You are the devil trapped inside

The body of a Christian

Claiming to be Jesus Christ

Yet sell the blood that spilled by him

You claim to be alive yet

Lead the life of storefront mannequins

You are the devil in the flesh

Living in a skin of mortal sin

I cannot see this life you lead

As anything you're giving him

Disembodied

Disemboweled

Disinclined

Yet you have soured

Any kind

Of Jesus Christ

That may have made

You feel empowered

I'm inclined

To simply find

Yours' is the religion

Of a coward

You climb through the words

Were meant to guide you

Whine through everything

You think that he denied you

Never stop and let those words come by you

You're a sad cross between a broker and guru

You look up at your Jesus

And just try to get an angle

Missed his contribution

To the spirit filled triangle

Made a pyramid scheme

From your trinity rectangle

Seek for wealth but not

Divinity

For your wicked web is tangled

The dollar is the carrot that you think he tries to dangle

Up over your head your wallets fed

But it's left your spirit mangled

Personal prejudice giving way to larceny

Licentious lasciviousness

Shrouds the you that other’s see