Holy Roller

HOLY ROLLER
Holy roller, a son of god.
Speak the truth or denounce your laws.
A twist of fate, a hidden lie.
Forgotten image that deceives the eye.
Oil paintings, a writer’s scribe.
Hallucinations of the mind’s eye.
A cloud of mystery, a thickened veil.
Glaring lights here to shatter your tale.
Years passed, and secrets kept.
A new religion while the real one slept.
New way of thinking, construction of faith.
What yoiu see is what your mind accepts.
New hope for the future, a lining of gold.
A new beggining for the story you’ve told.
Unearthing reason, our failure prevails.
Community writings last a million years.
Closing the bookends, and cleaning our hands,
of blood spilt in the interest of man.