The soul of the church

Born again

Like born supreme 

We live like royals

While our brothers’ wait for tables

I know we all can't ride horses

And the sun can't rise on the suburbs 

The children are too ghetto

to know to walk on plain landmarks

The earth is marked

And the lots have been cast

For richer the power

For poorer the good God

Mercy could override wealth 

But the church has been made perverse 

The world could purge from sin

But the good preacher is antisocial 

Hence the lost sheep has no tail

Once there were some as the beatitudes

Who knew to fellowship

with sincerity of hearts

No possessions held back

Just angels working the earth

They pushed the good word

Fought enough for us to see

Enough to share the ultimate suffering 

For the soul of the church

Is the revival - 

 

Narrative

Nothing in itself is living for it self Paul said; whether or not you believe in God. That goes for us too that believe; to understand the concept of togetherness and even more equality in the eyes of the Universe. So when you start to feel in control and resolute you can take a step back and check whom you’re pulling along.

Used words & term

‘Suburbs’: outskirts of a city

‘Override’: rule against

‘Beatitudes’: blessed