Deliver us from Evil......

Let us pray

Our Father, who art in heaven

Mmmm, you are only seven

Hallow be thy name

Don't feel any shame

 

What is your name little boy?

The Reverand has selected you to be his toy

This won't hurt you one bit.

The Reverand always finds a nice fit.

 

Thy Kingdom Come

To my will, you have succumb

Thou will be done

We will have alot of fun

 

But you can't tell a soul

Hell collects it's toll

So have faith in me

I can set your soul free.

 

On earth as it is in heaven

Happy Birthday, Eleven!

Give us this day our daily bread

Four years of incredible head.

 

But soon you will be to old

And you will no longer be controlled

Your soul I have saved

You have been so well behaved.

 

And forgive us our trespasses

A saint to the masses

As we forgive those who trespass against us

Yet I couldn't control my lust

 

I have destroyed your life

which you will end with a knife

I couldn't control my desire

Was taken by the inner fire

 

And lead us not into temptation

This is my vocation

But deliver us from.....

 

 

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Matthew Kult,
Religiosity does not satisfy the inner soul. The words above speak to a twisted agenda of what love is about. This poem was not about love. The very essence of humanity is in this inner sanctum which is defiled in so many arenas.
This was difficult to read.
Kathy

[Matthew Kult]

Thank you for taking the time

Matthew

[Miss Coral]

Holy cow. Yes. I just said holy as the first word in my review, after that crazy piece.

This was great.. a taboo topic that can really difficult to speak about.. you hit it perfectly. The tone changes between religious and disgusting and casual. The rhyming scheme is flawless, and adds to the uniformity evident in this piece. It was raw, even though it wasn't directly criticizing the topic..
excellent write.

-Coral-

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

dug right through~ quickened blade tempered in a blaze~ to call it powerful would be an undertsatement~ as one who has no patience for the hipocrisy of the church and no tolerance for its monstrous ordained beasts who would swallow up the heart and soul and body of a child~ I wish I could take your poem and forcefeed it to all those delusionally insane lost who still bow to creatures wearing human faces and a white collar~
you hit a deep nerve with this~ someday soon I'll post The Red Haired priest and you'll see why this subject rips right through me~
if you permiteed rating I'd hit a 100 a dozen times if permitted~

[Kasey Jones]

Whoa.

You're a great storyteller, no matter what the story is about. The rhyme and rhythm is spot-on, and the type of language you use makes the poem more powerful. Great job.

The second version is just as good as the first one was.