Feeble Giant

In a towered lurch
 Of desert falls
 There lies a beast
 Who stands tall

In the face of an ever growing evil
 He commands his bishops to,
 Commit the necessary tenets
 Of his doctrine

When confronted by this evil
He soon learns its face

Is his own

In a towered lurch
 Of desert tall
 There lives a beast
 Who soon will fall

The grace of man
Is marked of flaws
A faith born of narcissism
Leads only to broken laws

In our feeble attempt
 To become more,
 It leads only to,
 Us becoming poor