Religious rites

Within the walls of priests,
Between pillars and glass...
They look for absolution
To escape the retribution.

The ploy fabricates hope.
The disguise of holy water...
It sits in the darkness
And burns their tongues

Underneath the prayer and worship
Lingers hated and disregard.
They cling to it
Like a parasite swimming in sinners blood

All of it in hopes of feeling consecrated...
To feel justified in their actions
And glorified in their judgemental spew,
In order to find peace in hell

They know not that the fire ingnites...
Seven sins for pandoras box
Unleashed upon the world
To wreak havoc on the innocence.

They testify on behalf of the ages
In hopes of their reality saving souls.
And they satisfy their putrid hunger
By feeding on the chastity of virgins.


...within the walls of priests
They pray away their corruption
To make room for tainted righteousness
And sing words of tattered falsehoods.

Author's Note

interpret how you will.

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