Behind A Cross

No heaven exist
No afterlife
No men of sacred cloth

Just men of men
Born flesh and blood
Who hide behind a cross

His hands not meant for healing

Nor his life a reflection of that which he repeatedly speaks.

And as his lies leak

His innocent victims die weak

Of broken hearts;
nights of no sleep

Terrified

Of the man behind the cross

Trying to gain heaven
Finding themselves lost

Brainwashed and still knocking on the door of the demon.

Still bleeding on the inside
While outside covered in semen

In places forbidden

By a man who is continually forgiven

For the rapes of children

And he is no saint

However cloaked in deception he may appear

He is no one to revere

His smile; insincere
And since lost innocence is clear
It’s clear that innocence was certainly lost here.

So he goes on selling souls to fear

Fail Mary mother of Grace

Mother of Thomas, Carlo and Steven

With the blood debt paid
The perverted path paved

Suffered pain; now even.

So they suffer to come unto him

The mastery is repulsive

Offering up restitution

Or the relocation solution

Yes, please relocate my demon and
Infect others with visions of his semen.

The pain has allowed me to reason…

No heaven exist
No afterlife
No men of sacred cloth

Just men of men
Born flesh and blood
Who hide behind a cross