The Masked Church

Infective agents cloaked with woven lies
And hidden from the public eye, they live
In kleptomaniac disguise

To hide their theft and motive inhumane
To mask the Maker's mark, imago dei,
And put a signaled virtue to their name,

As if to say, "We do our part to love
Our neighbors as ourselves," in strangling pride
That chokes Pneumatic truth and fruit thereof,

While vanity possesses shallow words
And breath through fabricated, lisping lip
That shepherds not a frightened flock, but herds

Unto immunity the wayward bride,
To steal their faces from their God, and form
An anti-body of the fear inside.