A.H. Scott: The Devil and the Catholic Church
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Copyright 2018
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Passing the plate of gold coin and paper in a solemn aria
While passing around the pubescent in a Luciferian bacchanalia
On our knees we pray
On your knees we prey
Your innocence we take with four points of blessing
There, there, my child, all which we do is ordained
Believe in the collar and be leashed to silence in the wake of what we do
We prey upon you
Nobody will say a word, for your tale of truth will not be believed
Another deviant shuffled to a new meadow of fresh faces to deceive
All which we have done is good for the soul
Even if it ain’t, the ones who get off are the old
Because, for them to get off, reveals the sickness of their soul
This is not nothing new to the cathedral of hypocrisy
Fornication is a sin and it is the ace we always play to the hilt
After all, this is how our gilded empire has been built
And, don’t you dare be gay, lez, trans, or queer
Our public face must always be clear
Preying is how we play
Up is down, right is wrong
Yet if the word of sin is spoken upon what we do, you damn sure better sing a different song
The Devil is here and hard
No matter how much we keep mouthing that holy card
Taking the pure and ripping away their virtue
Filming our sins is what we do and passing around our victims to the rest of this predatory crew is how we prey
We even hand out crosses as the radar to give a heads up to others of our sadistic brotherhood
Devil’s whisper is the hymn they sing
For when we prey upon the innocent our collar becomes a leash
Like hounds of Hell and pigs in swine, they kneel for the Devil and call their unspeakable actions divine
Confessionals transform into stadiums for the wicked to be contained
When will my sins wane?
When their tears become years as well as you feel their pain
Now is the moment when your knees to them you shall be
As you said once in your dark den of deviance in days gone by, “This is God’s will”
And, if you believe that as the leash is tightened and your comeuppance begins
Be still and accept what is happening now is God’s will
And, don’t you dare shed a tear and cry
For you fallen Princes of the church have forfeited mercy beneath the altar of sadism, orthodoxy, complicity and lies
Hypnosis of ritualistic grandeur is slowly evaporating, as that yoke of blind faith becomes unshackled beyond the walls of stained glass
Angels surpass
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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/a-h-scott-by-george-hes-got-it/