Something Sinister

Man can create beauty or destroy it. It’s our choice.
When day turns into night
Whistle when you pass the grave
The one next to the church
Whose pastor left them in a lurch

The church now has no means
The pastor stole all their green
He left the front door open
The congregation no longer coping

When civility leaves the room
That's when we feel doom
Religion is a blessing gone bad
The entire world seems mad


Something sinister
The Methodist Minister
Hidden bad seed
Deadly sin of greed

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