Poetry? Poetry.

[Unsure]

So, my English teacher gave us an assignment to write poetry. Used this as an opportunity to vent some steam. How's this? Is it too hamfisted? Rhyme scheme may need a little tweaking.

You sit and listen to the words of faith,
Those words of redemption and forgiveness.
Yet you banish, punish, smite without grace,
And to most heinous acts you bear witness.
Your (Shepherd's? Mentor's? Sage's? ... Watchman's? What's a good word?) words you twist and warp and marr,
Your little flock becoming a great horde.
You call them "men of death", they who bear scars
Of your own fell work, of your two-faced (word? Chord?)
How you have fallen from heaven, brothers!
Pushing away speaking of truth and love,
From your first love fleeing further, further!
Will you be judged? I can't presume to know.
But know this yourselves: it will one day come
That you will find your work undone tenfold.

[HERn]

You sit and listen to the words of faith,
Those words of redemption and forgiveness.
Yet you banish, punish, smite without grace,
And to most heinous acts bear witness.

The recovered false teachers read the same scripture as everyone else, but instead of seeing the broadness of God's love they see the uniqueness of their recovery.

[OBW]

The sacred words you twist, warp and marr