Fear Of The Cross Poem by D.A. Woods

Blinding stained glass windows looking from outside in,
temping us to repent our sins.
The hypocrites hide inside,
controlling us with someone else's tales of fear till we die.
Do you pray to the holy ghost?
Do you give them what you cant afford to the priests with the sanctimonious smile?

To get into heaven will cost you.
He died on the cross for you.
What have they done?
They made religion cheaply priced.
So get on your knees and listen to the libelous book.
Turned a corner and now a commercial holiday which we don't celebrate the birth, life and death of Jesus anymore.
This is religion and I'm supposed to be Gods son.

There is a liar at every alter.