There’s always full stops at the end of stories there’s always lines that turn a tale upon its head This one goes for the unbelievers turns honey into acid and turns joy to dread The clean pair of heels they showed replaced compassion and destiny showed up vowing to never leave
Here’s to the silent who succumbed to hatred here’s to the gullible that life deceived And walls have a history of keeping secrets for secrets look to history of innocence Doors can bring fear guilt and hurt when opened and ceilings there to cover what the devil sent
Moments seem eternal and this hush is defening as the power of the cloth consumes the innocence and after hands clasp as he prays forgivennes an act that’s well practiced by his reverence
Is this the power that you craved when once meek? Your strangled frustrations fostered sick desires You prey on the vulnerable and scar forever and go back inside the church and pray for sanctuary The mound under blankets left alone to tremble he silences the sobs to halt the father’s return To sleep in isolation’s a distracted comfort but distraction’s just the thing this frail child yearns.
One thousand hail marys can’t erase your conscience as you abuse with the power that’s invested in you Don’t look to your heaven seeking some kind of solace don’t forgive them father for they know just what they do.