HIERARCHY OF HYPOCRISY
Approaching the world’s stage as a sanctimonious soul-saver
Hiding your horns under your mitre with a proverbial smugness
Healing the forlorn with your hocus-pocus selling a wafer
Human suffering posted on your church walls as token ugliness
Concealing the unspeakable under your vestments of animosity
Chasing Mother Superior while washing away sins with repugnance
Tempting the gates of hell with an unleashing of your iniquity
Polishing your false halo with a ripple of silver in complete redundance
Begging with a rosary for some absolution with your crucifix
Drowning in your tears into a pool of unrighteousness
Desecrating the carefully chosen proverbs of our saviour
Rhyming with manipulated phrases and diabolical limericks
Holding your black mass with a stench of the sacrilegious
Your deceitful theater is a ceremony for a group of lunatics
Helplessly they’re the victims of blind faith swindled by your irreligious
scandals hidden in the sandals frozen beneath an ancient glacier.
Listening to your sermons of pietism stirs my blood to a vengeance
with their insincerity marred by fraud and total irrationality.
I savored the odor of exaltation as you exuded your incense
cringing as through the holy smoke rose snakes of a different flavour.
Raising up with parables of the Last Supper the golden chalice
filled with sweet wine turned sour as the altar did rock and quaver.
The brothers of Persephone have chosen to arrive for a visit
erecting their hideous fallacies as the fundament of their edifice.
Within these walls are the satanic rituals making your falsehood safer
as the ghouls of Notre Dame couldn’t wash away your utter malice.
As each of the charlatans stood at the Pearly Gates the charge of illicit
ongoings became obvious as your lives passed before your eyes
and the lost conscious appeared as you witnessed your horrific behavior.
Although many have passed on, a manifold chose to continue to mortify
their profession and tingle-tangled with Lucifer as the great defacer.
Defiling their life process with detriments they chose to sanctify
their bodies with the rupturing of Holy Water. You wished to solicit
redemption nevertheless the denial was preprogrammed to signify
the cessation of your repulsive actions and abominable immorality.
Listening sarcastically to the pleads from the confessional was a graver
insult than your facial expression while transgressing the border.
Your dependence upon pedophilia is a massive psychiatric disorder
needing a highly humanistic therapy to save you from this vulgarity.
One essential element has vanished with this dismal state of affairs.
Sharing love is the most charitable feeling of our existence. The rewarder
of graces gives the cozy togetherness of mutual affection like an amorous pair
wandering hand in hand with a glimmer in their star-studded eyes.
The interplay of sentiments is the hidden secret and the prerequisite
for fulfillment as flocks of birds return chirping in the gorgeous vernal air.