Clerical Silence

Fraudulent love, the imitation of god
framed pretty pictures in still life's blog
To poignant words drawn in water paint
scored highly at first but now seen as faint

Darkened cathedral, the candle's are out
expect me to pray, if your not devout?
To idolatry's white black robe in petition
the ruling is swayed, but no one has listened

Simulated reliance, written in small print
coined silver cries with each brand new mint
Taped orifices closed, and fingers bound
pass my eyes, don't go around

Truth, in these pews the lights are dead
repaying happiness by painting red
Whole hearted gratitude and joy transmit
for on distant rise, bells are tolling
and torches are lit