Predator

He is a father.

Father of my child

The illegal child

 

He is adorned in a white robe

but stains

My father's white robe

 

Listening to others,

Confession makes

free of sins,

The sin, in him is hardly visible

behind his dark pupils

 

The congregation,

Liberating words are

only bookish.

 

The words spoken to me

lecherous

are the real devils.

 

Sprinkling holy water

And divine touch

The touch, beyond the

torture to name.

 

The sight of closed eyes

Lips full of prayer

The pervent's malicious

Intend can be found by rare.

 

The voice of millions

Makes the promise

of holy Communion,

The voice of truth

is choked in suffocation.

 

Preaching for heavenly

and hell creator.

No signs of remorse

For the pastors.