Spirits of control and confusion

The past week or so I've thought about the way I've written in the past and I am highly critical of it. Some of it may be good but I feel like there was not much thought to it. i write about something without wanting to. Get somewhere without choosing that somewhere.

Kept in little jars on little shelves,
PAINT!
sold to begging farmers who'er saving souls.
MY!
Temporal pain can be released with a days wage.
SOUL!
Mothers weep for sons who never cared.
A!
Fathers mourn their daughters with brows of ash.
BRIGHTER!

When ash is not enough,
those fathers turn to paint and brass.

SHADE!
The painters wrists cant reach the "real",
the church has bound,
bound their pockets to his heel.
The reformation Luther, Calvin.
Brighter days will come but not before it gets a little darker.

ADAM