The Church of Assholery
When hours are named ungodly
They knock at our doors
We clinch our hearts from beating
The silence of saintly tombs
We lock our rooms
Not even two spoons of sugar do we give out
These cocoons have limited space
We never let them in
We are tired!
Our shoulders have no wings
above our heads no luminous rings
we are not angels,
but exhausted human beings
Yes, God exists! For all of us.
But when they come knocking announced at your door
their stomachs falling apart and throats tearing
move the curtain, peak though the window
Remind them,
God for us all, but tonight my friend, it is every man for himself
Here’s a gospel to preach,
Do unto your friends what you wish they reciprocate
Friendship is not a charity ministry
Or a hymn to remember when voices are gone
When they come from an exile you know nothing off
Turn the key and lock the door
be silent, sing the holy gospel beneath your breath, holy!
Welcome to the church of assholery!
Here we are not sad or broken
We are not lonely,
God is always there,
Look around you,
How he has broken himself down to every single smile you see
Do not fear solitude,
Even the island has the whole ocean hugging its feet at all times
Do not wait for loneliness to see that you’ve always been alone
Gather your bones and bury the ashes of your sad isolation far away
You cannot be alone, you are part of a godly revolution
This is the church for you!
Welcome to the church of assholery
Come in, you are welcome!
In the name of the holy infinity
The grace of drunkenness and stupidity
The small mercy of being selfish
We welcome you
Yes, indeed
We are ridiculous, insipid and folly
Corny and pointless
Call us what you want,
We are the synagogue douche bags
The holy mount Zion of egomaniacs
We are the hooligans of the lord
A congregation of tired people
We have let the dead weight of inconsiderate friends go
Because we know, we don’t share the same destiny
This is no prophecy,
Here is the truth,
Not only when you are broken
At times you are happy and want some one to praise with
You stand atop the chapel of your lonesome holy life
And ring the church bell of your smile, your laughter so inviting
But no one ever comes,
No one ever needs church when it is not a Sunday
No one needs shelter when the clouds are just still hinting rain
Floods are a tragedy no one fears until they are drowning
You are Noah and your arc is a joke when the sun is still shining
Bless your heart, you are a congregation of volunteers
A non-profit organization, no one needs your company
They will never remember you, unless they really have to
Bless your heart,
You are a church of forgetful believers
The pillars are rattling
Walls have gone deaf
the whole structure is falling apart
Dangling at the collapsing temple of your heart
are the ghosts of friends that need for quenching
A sudden thirst, your drying holy water well
So shallow and almost empty
Out, You keep pouring your soul for them
Leaving nothing for yourself
The passersby, the strangers, bystanders
and comfortably loitering acquaintances
With no ideal of converting to true friends,
but they keep drinking
Your hands are lakes of baptism
A back up plan when in need for ablution
when the dust of their busy lives has risen to the necks
Chocking, they remember you for cleansing
only when they run out of options
Your chest is a cathedral, a holy refuge of sinner-like friends
Recalling you only when the emergency of salvation emerges
You are the pope slouched behind the veil
as they unveil all their agonies
You forget you troubles
and with tender mercy solve their mysteries
Only sometimes, when all doors are shut in the faces
do they remember that your shoulders are a church of eternal kindness
The entrance to your heart is ever welcoming
Your arms are open doors
They can always walk in
Bless your good heart;
The secondhand sacrament needed only when sins start itching
You are always there for scratching
Glory O Glory you are such a good friend!
Have you not tired?
Have you not tired of being the messiah?
How you always put down your fire
to fuel their distant flames
They are bonfires now, and you have put aside all your desires
Watered down your dreams to set sail the ship of their passing realities
Out of breath; you have been the insignificant air filling their tires
And they move! You are static
Your hands have wires,
look up at see the puppeteers you call friends
When will you ever see that your good heart has been your downfall?
Bless your soul!
You are a church of pretenders and parasitic cynics
Glory O glory you are a song sung only when tongues are cut off
I say leave that church my friend
Your big heart is heavier than what your hands can hold
Let it go!
Kindness has nothing to do with accommodating parasites
Selflessness is not the act of giving away yourself
Remember your soul, even the promise of love cannot afford it
Forgiveness has nothing to do with your spirit
We forgive just to eliminate physical problems
Just to avoid criminal records and death sentences
If it is then fuck spiritual growth,
Your body is still young, no need to age the spirit
It is time you learn to say no!
Mean it!
Do not tremble, stand firm at the pulpit of your church and say NO!
Do not be fear loneliness, you were born alone
Your destiny is yours,
the cross you carry was designed for your small shoulders
Carry it! When they come to ask for help with theirs say it proudly Fuck No!
Yes, be an asshole!
It is so much easier than being the good guy
All you have to do is be yourself!
Come to the church of jerks!
The church of the new faith,
Our religion is one,
We believe in you!
All you have to do is what you want to
Our commandment is one,
Do you!
Burn the masks and wear your only face
Do not fear being selfish!
Holy O divine you’ve been fucked many times
It has to stop!
…back to The Shadows
© Elysium Garcia | Kagiso Tshepe
They knock at our doors
We clinch our hearts from beating
The silence of saintly tombs
We lock our rooms
Not even two spoons of sugar do we give out
These cocoons have limited space
We never let them in
We are tired!
Our shoulders have no wings
above our heads no luminous rings
we are not angels,
but exhausted human beings
Yes, God exists! For all of us.
But when they come knocking announced at your door
their stomachs falling apart and throats tearing
move the curtain, peak though the window
Remind them,
God for us all, but tonight my friend, it is every man for himself
Here’s a gospel to preach,
Do unto your friends what you wish they reciprocate
Friendship is not a charity ministry
Or a hymn to remember when voices are gone
When they come from an exile you know nothing off
Turn the key and lock the door
be silent, sing the holy gospel beneath your breath, holy!
Welcome to the church of assholery!
Here we are not sad or broken
We are not lonely,
God is always there,
Look around you,
How he has broken himself down to every single smile you see
Do not fear solitude,
Even the island has the whole ocean hugging its feet at all times
Do not wait for loneliness to see that you’ve always been alone
Gather your bones and bury the ashes of your sad isolation far away
You cannot be alone, you are part of a godly revolution
This is the church for you!
Welcome to the church of assholery
Come in, you are welcome!
In the name of the holy infinity
The grace of drunkenness and stupidity
The small mercy of being selfish
We welcome you
Yes, indeed
We are ridiculous, insipid and folly
Corny and pointless
Call us what you want,
We are the synagogue douche bags
The holy mount Zion of egomaniacs
We are the hooligans of the lord
A congregation of tired people
We have let the dead weight of inconsiderate friends go
Because we know, we don’t share the same destiny
This is no prophecy,
Here is the truth,
Not only when you are broken
At times you are happy and want some one to praise with
You stand atop the chapel of your lonesome holy life
And ring the church bell of your smile, your laughter so inviting
But no one ever comes,
No one ever needs church when it is not a Sunday
No one needs shelter when the clouds are just still hinting rain
Floods are a tragedy no one fears until they are drowning
You are Noah and your arc is a joke when the sun is still shining
Bless your heart, you are a congregation of volunteers
A non-profit organization, no one needs your company
They will never remember you, unless they really have to
Bless your heart,
You are a church of forgetful believers
The pillars are rattling
Walls have gone deaf
the whole structure is falling apart
Dangling at the collapsing temple of your heart
are the ghosts of friends that need for quenching
A sudden thirst, your drying holy water well
So shallow and almost empty
Out, You keep pouring your soul for them
Leaving nothing for yourself
The passersby, the strangers, bystanders
and comfortably loitering acquaintances
With no ideal of converting to true friends,
but they keep drinking
Your hands are lakes of baptism
A back up plan when in need for ablution
when the dust of their busy lives has risen to the necks
Chocking, they remember you for cleansing
only when they run out of options
Your chest is a cathedral, a holy refuge of sinner-like friends
Recalling you only when the emergency of salvation emerges
You are the pope slouched behind the veil
as they unveil all their agonies
You forget you troubles
and with tender mercy solve their mysteries
Only sometimes, when all doors are shut in the faces
do they remember that your shoulders are a church of eternal kindness
The entrance to your heart is ever welcoming
Your arms are open doors
They can always walk in
Bless your good heart;
The secondhand sacrament needed only when sins start itching
You are always there for scratching
Glory O Glory you are such a good friend!
Have you not tired?
Have you not tired of being the messiah?
How you always put down your fire
to fuel their distant flames
They are bonfires now, and you have put aside all your desires
Watered down your dreams to set sail the ship of their passing realities
Out of breath; you have been the insignificant air filling their tires
And they move! You are static
Your hands have wires,
look up at see the puppeteers you call friends
When will you ever see that your good heart has been your downfall?
Bless your soul!
You are a church of pretenders and parasitic cynics
Glory O glory you are a song sung only when tongues are cut off
I say leave that church my friend
Your big heart is heavier than what your hands can hold
Let it go!
Kindness has nothing to do with accommodating parasites
Selflessness is not the act of giving away yourself
Remember your soul, even the promise of love cannot afford it
Forgiveness has nothing to do with your spirit
We forgive just to eliminate physical problems
Just to avoid criminal records and death sentences
If it is then fuck spiritual growth,
Your body is still young, no need to age the spirit
It is time you learn to say no!
Mean it!
Do not tremble, stand firm at the pulpit of your church and say NO!
Do not be fear loneliness, you were born alone
Your destiny is yours,
the cross you carry was designed for your small shoulders
Carry it! When they come to ask for help with theirs say it proudly Fuck No!
Yes, be an asshole!
It is so much easier than being the good guy
All you have to do is be yourself!
Come to the church of jerks!
The church of the new faith,
Our religion is one,
We believe in you!
All you have to do is what you want to
Our commandment is one,
Do you!
Burn the masks and wear your only face
Do not fear being selfish!
Holy O divine you’ve been fucked many times
It has to stop!
…back to The Shadows
© Elysium Garcia | Kagiso Tshepe
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