The life and times of a child born catholic in the arms of greed who claims to for you intercede. Besieged many and then deviously arrived to itself feed.
Coercing Collaterals, capitalizing upon needs.
A child is vulnerable and unsuspecting of these very malicious deeds.
Between the lines the Creator helps him read.
Breaking these vicious abusive shackles, his own path with autonomy does he lead.
Obstructions by the chains of the vatican, The Supreme God uproots like a despicable soiled weed.
For a purposed pain, a broken bauble and bead.
Broken Pawns ♟
// poetry
They authored broken pawns,
The abusive Cross-headed King
From birth to death, it’s all checkered,
Immersed in sacraments that sting.
Like a drained pawn in the choir you sing,
For the abusive pulpit clown his tools you bring;
Ring a gonging bell from time to time,
Soul being snatched in a spiritual fling.
I was but a kid,
Didn’t know I was dying,
I thought angels must not question,
Guilt upon us got these human-demons high flying.
Shelters and orphanages, all those children sigh!
Dark memories and abuse bottled up till their throat;
Putting up a front to keep the pedo’s in power,
Ounce of rebellion, slain and kicked off the boat.
They go crying, weeping home
They reluctantly divulge a painful tale,
Familiar faces cringe with a stench
Here's your cue: These are mate's gone stale.
Holy Perverse Shotgun has bewitched
Wallets from your household they've bribed;
You seek refuge in a torn umbrella, dear child,
They have the best killers circumscribed.
Broken Pawns sacrificed and living dead,
Under invisible shackles with a holy-shotgun to their head;
Bloody tears roll off their cheek,
In exhaustion, these souls asleep in dread.
Food on the table held collateral,
Destinies bought and sold, trade pacts bilateral,
Altar-boy the perpetual falter-boy despite the service,
Shackles unlocked by the hand of the Supernatural.
