Fake Teeth

I bite into a bitterness
one so cold, that I barely cannot cry
enough to bruise an ego
to destroy a building
to annihilate a race
it makes its way
down the isles, and into the pews
infecting people, with its "knowledge"

Forbidden fruit
know your place, you turn a cheek
salt is not the punishment of a wise man
yet fools so happy to indulge
no question can be raised
or you will have hell to pay
when you become so consumed
the only exit, was the entrance

You forfeit nothing, lacking any sort of innocence
In your god awful small affairs...