Just crumbs at the table

Did god just feed us crumbs of wisdom
a testament with pages hidden

And left the blinds half drawn
to use our minds and move the pawns

Straightjacket scriptures
to join the dot's, complete the pictures

Question its veracity
clamped like a vice and not break free

Hell an damnation reigning down
cause divisions, a baker or a social clown

Decisions that will click the switch
repercussions, with there longer reach

For a civil bond not tied to god
or walk pained path, behind the cross

Their celebration, with confection sweet
and morals that seem indiscreet

For if they chose a road to hell
NO need to drown within its swell

The Jewish cake shop, welcomes with open palms
behind smiles, hid there alarms

Tiered iced perfection, now complete
but underneath lies hate and SPIT

Not to overwork the mix
a confection, the knife of justice splits