Dressed as reason

From a field of belief lies the church
of idiots dressed in only makeup ,chattering
as the day consumes their breaths for god
has decieved a beauty molded in sorrows
voice blanketing the church with frail windows
and brunt mantles drifting into a realm of bastards
hanging upside down as we search the world
for a reason to believe,yet the church sold the truth
to lie ,right from a day of naked beatings left
to conceive the heavens farther then  confessions
of hell dressed in a choice as I set the field on
fire with a distasteful blessing god pardoned
as I chopped the last idiot in pieces with makeup