The Church
For the years you were alone
They never tried to atone
Too many, blind to see through
The piety, sobriety, chastity
The evil hypocrisy
Hiding behind the cross
The vestments
The illusion
That stoked the confusion
Left open mouthed
A primal urge
To scream out loud
When nobody showed bravery
To call a spade a spade
To make them face what they became
Uncover the abuse
The misuse
The plot
The rant and rave
The innocents
Marked by society
As delusional
Many voices remain unheard
They drowned the volume out
From their pulpits, their golden cages
Looking down to those
Disengaged, drugged from rage
To calm the voices in so many heads
Watching as inner glows compounded
Through the furnace
Lives from nightmares came to the surface
Souls and innocence lost
The embers not quite snuffed out
The swinging censers
The clouds of incense
God knows, what they deserve
To burn in hell
