The Church is weeping
The Church is weeping for her children
Boys, now changed to twisted men
Unable to accept themselves
Because of what others did to them.
The Church is weeping for her children
Girls, turned into confused women
Unable to even love themselves
Because of what others did to them.
The message of hope that Mother Church doth bear
Is mixed with bitterness and fear
Fear for the trusting ones in cloistered hands,
Who through subterfuge,
Are annihilated by those very hands.
The message of love that Mother
Church doth preach
Oft transforms itself into a carnal beast
Which bites and growls in spirited delight
As it wriggles its immoral self into unsuspecting lives.
The Church is weeping without restraint
Bemoaning the freewill
Through which her people have dodged kindness
To endorse the ills.
But, their tears will flow tomorrow
As they stand before themselves
Harnessed by a stoic conscience And forced to reap the consequence!