Men Of God

This is a very different poem from what I usually do, it's about a subject that have always drove me insane with fury... I don't know what to actually say about it... It's way out of my comfort zone and I've been reluctant to posting it... But when something is so different, it's when i need the most extensive feedback to expand myself... so please, don't hold back on criticism :)

In unison we speak,

And we talk of one word,

We cure the souls that are weak,

With bargain and with sword,

Our minds are all set,

To the path of our lord,

We honor our holy debt,

As we're men of God.

We walk in our ropes,

And we hold on to our poise,

We bless you with hopes,

We relief you from choice,

Our hearts are all green,

and unburdened with mud,

It's nothing you've ever seen,

For we're men of God.

There's no time for laughter,

When the world is in sin,

They'll spend their ever after,

Serving demons in their boiling skin,

They say that we judge them,

When we demand their blood,

And discard us when we redeem them,

As men of our God.

In the name of our Lord,

We claim all heretics' heads,

We gather their cancerous word,

And burn it to shreds,

Yet they say that we use his holy name

When we're up for no good,

But our hands only light the flame

to serve as men of our God.

They say we strangle freedom,

And their art we oppress,

That we build the lord's kingdom

With what he'd never bless,

They help the devil in his devious plan

And plant his seed and enjoy the bud

Then relish in evil that's destroying man

But we shall survive as men of God.

Their minds are deluded and they don't understand

the poets and the rebels, those facing the flood

Refusing to bow and kiss our white hands

And glorify our graves, us, Men of God.