October 24, 2023

through the patterned doors brown

with repetitive faces each moment

a change of heart, a giving and a

voice demanding someone's behavior

be left alone with out consequences

focused vision as those in hopeless

minds attract a means of escaping

from the terror of others walking

streets at night seeking on opening

of change inside peoples dying minds

what we seek is never ours for we are

left behind with polluted minds seeking

power over those that stampede to buy

those specimens of clothes that bring

out a mix of gangs lost in their own

festivities of becoming for once their 

own reason for all is never righteous

after entering a wonderful catholic

church where one begins to accept

ones fate, their mood one of expressive

demands as our lives from an early life

was blown apart, destroyed by sociopaths

murderous minds that demand the feeling 

of power over innocent beings seeing if they

would seek the reality they are addicted in

 

when in fact their behavior is our only reason

why we would rather die than be the priests play

thing, but as one ages one sees a means of

destroying the priest that raped you for his

pleasure which was only in the eyes of a dead

 

god did he win his pardon of brutal, sexual

rape of a small boy that thought priests were

good in the eyes of god's congratulations when

in fact they were predators seeking young

boys that would never see this brutal rape

coming over and over again to destroy his life 

and dreams he prayed for but was destroyed

mentality and physically as a doll to be taken