Eyes wait patiently, eagerly, silently As the man walks up to the stage He holds within a quiet rage As he flips through to find a page Scriptures read aloud for all that are near A rebuke is not what they had hoped to hear He is quietly angry to the point of tears He recalls to them all of the shortcomings And the stagnancy that has been forthcoming As the words were stunning and somewhat numbing. "We are not here for the forgotten", he spoke aloud "We have served only ourselves", he said as he addressed the crowd. "This is not God's love in demonstration. We have been the Almighty's character defamation." " They look at us and see how we turn them away, And with the same lips, to our God we pray. Because they are the losers so riddled with sin, Have we forgotten that is were we all begin? We are not any better than they were at the start yet now we've hidden our sin deep in our hearts." Silent onlookers sit motionless in pews A few have accepted the heart wrenching news That through plastic smiles and empty handshakes That anyone could see the heart of these fakes. The directness of the man and confrontational tone, Surely that wasn't a message meant for their own. A justification for action rolls through their heads as only a few, select few, will truly care what was said. Something has to change, something has to give. As we are the walking dead pretending to live.
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