MAN OF THE CLOTH
Wednesday, 5. December 2007, 08:07:40
I wish they could see beyond your beady eyes
Wish they could tell, what that look implies
The brethren in the church
You the man in charge
Where there's peace and quiet
Your presence disquiets
Walking down the isle
Leaving behind the pile
Of flowers you defiled
Man of the cloth
Condemned by the cross
Dreaming of souls you broke.
Christening children at the altar
Later, their minds you alter
Flowers strewn all over the gardens
Roses, lillies blooming with burdens
Children you christened at the alter
Sickening nighmares, now the order
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