Drip, drip, drip,

who will stop

persistent drip?

Half-truths, inventions

divorced from truth,

shameless deviations,

calculations to preserve

made-up prestige,

unearned status,

the sane ones cannot bear

any longer foul flatus,

constant manipulation,

starvation of souls,

drip, drip, drip,

who will save

once glorious Ship?

Adding a drip of toxic sip,

drinking poison

with each hasty sip,

daring to befoul

what's perpetually

unfallen and unmixed

dirty claws - cease

correcting what wasn't

meant to be fixed!

Losing position of control,

sailing aid, guiding helm,

robbing of Grace,

stealing souls

from paradisal realm,

stolen leadership,

the steering gear of a Ship.

Drip. drip, drip

who has the grip

to save the Ship?

Drip, drip, drip,

who has the grip

of the sinking ship?

Who has the grip?

Save, save,

save the Ship,

recalling the echo

of the Master's

Whip...

Be gripping

At all times

Truth sipping...