The Desecration Of The Last Supper

The sinners and the self-righteous all gathered around,
to accuse one another under God glorious skies
and mix his truth with their vicious lies
Only fools desire such a table as this,
To lock their minds
       on wickedness

Well look at that,
There's no doubt
Here come the pompous ones
with their clout
One act as if he's doing so much
and accuses others of doing so little
Don't you know without God's grace...
                 we are all brittle

O mankind and their foolish ideas
Who don't know...such things kills
Shouldn't we have left such at the cross
Without his mercy...we are all lost.
Stacking Misery upon Misery,
Death upon Death,
Building a tower
upon what's left
It amazing where we've gone
since the days of Christ
Is selfishness all we can squeeze
from the gift of life?
So throw the bread, pass the cheese,
     bow your heads
                  if you please
For around this table has gotten insane
As they point, spit and eat in vain

copyrights 2005
Robert Anthony James

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