Works

What works are those, without which, faith falls dead?
Building altars, collecting alms, maybe?
Blood sacrifice was once the rage in red,
and pyramids debuted for God to see.
Perhaps Crusades best charge the waning soul,
or prosecuting witches, fuels the fire.
Subverting sex for fun, could be a goal,
or plotting out the death of All desire.
My bet is that real 'works', have more to do
with casting out the oatmeal in your head.
Salvation fantasies with no thing new
are fossil fuel for dead who bury dead.
No greater wealth will menkind gain above,
The worth of working faith, in fact, is love.