I am the chosen one
the medium for God.
The ultimate activist for the teachings of Jesus
yet, I proclaim the vanity of the devil.
My robes threaded in brocaded gold
intricate patterns of wealth to sell renunciation.
My flock follows
sheared of their fleece by donation of a tithe,
abandonment of all that is superfluous
to gain perfection,
the ticket to the gates of heaven,
a once in a lifetime event,
seats are limited.
My clergy authenticate their tax statements at the door.
Their ability to free themselves from the vanity
of worldly goods become the payment
for the folds of silk and jeweled slippers.
The elaborate robes become my straightjacket ensnaring me
in the powers of vain glory and riches.