I will not be your confessor priest,
nor forgive all that you do.
I have no power of forgiveness,
even though you're dying too.
I have seen you **** the mothers,
in the West and in the East;
You **** your babies in the womb,
to create a devil's feast.
Yet I cannot judge you,
nor forgive all that you do,
I cannot sit in judgment,
for I am but passing through.

I cannot judge you for your wars,
religious jihad settled scores;
All the scriptures penned as ******,
to power games, those septic sores.
Nor that you choose to impose peace,
with nuclear  threat and freedoms cease.
I cannot purify your will,
which caused the poor to pay the bill,
for your diseases that spirits ****.
For I am dying just like you,
and like the horses fodder,
we just pass through.