Calling no names,
playing no games.
Religious institutions,
self constitutions.
Churches in trouble,
peoples may double.

I got off the guilt trip,
of my imperfections of blip.
I'm suppose to be imperfect,
in need of direct.
All I can't correct,
what the heck!

No more worry here,
hope the church can endure.
My load has lightened,
no longer imperfect frightened,
moreso living enlightened.
Positively surviving,
no more negativity thriving.

Churches ran by men,
men of selfish sin.
On judgement day,
we all may pay.
I'll only pay for me,
not others past three.
Holy men suppose to been helping,
selfishly yelping.
I'm not judging,
their smudging.
Just glad,
I'm not that
mad.

G