A grand building was built
so that people could come to worship.
The cup of blood was forged out of gold
so that people would not mind drinking
it in the early hours of the morning.
A melodic song was written
so that a band could be placed
in the back of the church
to make sure that everyone was entertained.
Donuts were bought for after mass
so that this church could be a socializing community.
All of this money spent sickens me.
All of the Catholics condone this behavior.
I have even heard them say how beautiful the church is.
This is why I can not be amongst you anymore.
I choose to worship alone in a place that is pure,
my heart.

Theorem The Truth Serum

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-that-is-pure/