Pious

You boast of God
Of your godliness and goodliness
Award winning humility, a performance
But
It is not faith that has raised you up
Nor whispered superiority in your ear
It is not the God of redemption, or love
Rather the god of hellfire and fear
Yours is the god of competitive virtue
Preaching faith that is not faith, but hate
For all your rantings and rosaries
You are humanity in effigy
A wickerman whose bones are made of straw
-EJoveJohnson