yellow and brown
in a church the colors are ugly: yellow and brown, so uninviting. but the people come to celibrate the life of someone who died, well isn't that rude? and so they read from a book that they don't like until someone dies. and they sing songs, they don't know who wrote them or what they mean, but still they sing, or just mumble along, so they won't feel like they've done something wrong. with so many ways we have to live our lives, hell's gonna be a crowded place. and so the preist gets up to speak, and bless the one who has deceased. but instead he talks about his savior and reads some lines from someone elses mind. and this is fine, they think it's a blessing. but what about the one who people are missing. they get on their knees, they look so authentic. the bad things they've done, they say them never meant it. but then afterwards they light a cigarette and wait for a call from their mistress. doesn't anyone care about other people or are they too obsessed with the steeples? and maybe they're right and life is just a test: a test of who has been built the best. and i know there can't be any punishment because nobody's at fault for the way that they live. and there is no such thing as a common goal, but we better keep in line or we get coal.