Dying Part Of The Family Tree

Theres disconnection upon branches

Of the old faithful tree,

That one mother, father built

In inspiration to Adam and Eve.

Well aware of withering decay

hearts cling to whats hidden in the grey,

Upset over wrongness in a stupid belief

No sun on those boughs 

but we remember each leaf.

How dare thee

neglect the blood of thy roots

for stranger's occult,

who get bent on relative sadness

locking up other's faith within a vault.

Manipulated out of money

promising enlightenment 

their self appointed powers of holininess, could not

nor will ever achieve.....

Please do yourself a favor

good free people and leave!

Reflection on years wasted

though the mind will be relieved 

look to love not lies

Repent!

And speak out in hypocrisy, 

against the growth and notion

of a clever writer's evil seed.

Reunite, rekindle 

take rightful place

shedding light upon 

once bare branches 

of thee old...family tree.