Venting 2.0

Poetry is therapy

Burning pictures
Breaking mirrors
Learning scriptures
Message clearer

Devils in suits
Pray for the youth
Salute to the troops
Blind to the truth

War for oil
Blood pays that fee
Not the spoiled
The rich agrees

My conscious mind
Is considered blasphemy
Preachers work for God
Collecting salaries

The rich pastors
Preach for a fee
My true Master
Said, love is free

Here's the first stanza of Venting 1.0

Torn pictures
Broken mirrors
Sworn scriptures
Spoken clearer

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