One dark Sunday hundreds of priests will find their sanctomoniusly bowed heads, suddenly jerked violently heavenward in shock, as the holy
sacrament wafers burn their lips, blistering with the hot fleshy taste of an alter-ed boy. ` The communion wine will turn warmly rancid with a coppery smell and the thick flavour of blood.
Symbolic of the many young men who took thier lives after being collared by men in collars.
genuflecting to their holy father in a communion of a different twist ` Young souls who slit their wrists in despair after watching this priestly abberation simply get transferred to another parish to make more altered boys who would soon worship the dark side. ` Warming candles of flesh, ringing bells of alarm unheard, watching robes fall as the belts of chastity were unfastened, men forced to be celibate, then celebrating the awakening of their lust, with the murder of young minds ` Bishops move
like chess pieces on crooked paths covering up the indiscretions pawns are lost as the games continue unchecked ` The king in the guise of a pope, any pope for the last 900 years or more turns his head and his blind ear to the reports as he casually declares divorce a great evil................ ` Did not the church divorce the children of each parrish when they delivered to the children
of another parrish the foul beast who abused and altered the faithful ` Those faithful who served enslaved to lust ` Cases stacked up higher then Notre dame cathedral a modern day Tower of Babel the numbers
are staggering ` They lie hidden in the dust shrouded corners of the Vatican white collar crime white collared suits traded for lawsuits ` money exchanged thirty pieces of silver dirty pieces of silver cash exchanged priests exchanged alter boys changed forever ` Money paid out in the name of St. Judas patron saint of deceit and betrayal on the lowest order ` One dark sunday judgement will fall kingdoms will topple God will bend those who bent those who loved God and were misled by men towards the opposite directions ` He will break those who broke bread with the taste of a 12 year old still fresh in their mouths
He will bleed those who bled those whom God himself bled for ` He will burn those who burned with lust who burned the reports whose faces burned with embarrassment but turned their face away ` For in the last days there will be many false prophets who will mislead many.
Woe to those who follow out of habit Blinded by faith in the footsteps of the dark priests who were continously protected by the unsoiled reputation of a holy sect + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +-MFB III
Author's Questions/Comments This poem was inspired by the many, many reports that have been exposed, in the news, and through court documents, on the abuse of children by members of the church. It is not a condemnation of religion, it is a cry against those who claim to practice what they preach. For more years then I care to count, priest have been shielded by the church, and sent to other places to avoid prosecution, where they once again took offerings from sacrificial lambs, to quench their lust. No offense is intended to the truly faithful, but if your church holds or condones an aberration such as this, run..don't walk to another place of worship, lest you support a foul beast, and his appetite of innocent flesh.