I'm a Christian on Sunday

Heaven should be more complex than knees and clasped hands
at the end of everyday comforted by the loosely forgiven sins
When God forgives
Sunday Christians will rape and pillage for another whole week
without out remorse
Sunday will come, like it always does
The Sun will rise, smiling with botox lips
Reminding those whom slept on a bed
stuffed with bible pages
that the magazine cover
digs them, and is interested in sending a sell out journalist
to ask them if they believe the cows are happier in
California