Petals of sin
A cold breath from his soul
Frozen,
The fountain of tears

A Line of ethics,
Between church and man
Is the truth a mystery?
Or a divine a canvas?

Stretching the skies,
That the light is but what he sees,
Given time and place,
The shadows of the moon

A part of a painting,
Prejudice or nothing,
Pulling to oneself,
The plague of a propaganda

Giving guns to the church,
To let a child live death
The reality of a cynical world,
Lost in the fumes of the black gold