Religious Lie

I see men with humiliated skirts
Tied with shoes of fever and thirst
In lack of pride and dignity first
I hear yawping prayers in noisy bars
Full of drunk saints clothed in scars
Actions solidified with words marred
I taste cold maggots buried in cake
Cooked in hell and served by hate
Gluttony spews vomit of vengeful wake
I smell smoldering rubble of noble health
Mermaids swimming in malicious wealth
Dealing dangers of unseen cards dealt
I feel the silk curtain concealing the poor
Plays of selfish rich will never bore
While kings reach out wanting more