Forgive me father,
for I am Sin
and I am here
to take you in.
Its been thirty years
since my last confession,
but mere moments
since your last transgression.
and though you thought
all had gone unseen,
your hands and soul
remain unclean.
You took
our Father's Sacred Trust,
and through it proclaimed
yourself as just.
And, while children,
yes, they will believe,
the eyes of mine
you can't deceive!
I know what you did
and you know to who,
and I'll not let you
draw the curtain through.
Your crimes,
these I will expose;
For my friend,
the victim no one knows.
No one knows him,
because he's dead.
because of you.
Because he bled.
You see,
he thought he
was just a boy.
Not some secret to destroy.
So,
it didn't make sense to him to live,
because of what you said
and what you did.
But, don't you ever believe
that Our Lord allows
men like you to break these vows,
and then disclaim
and then rebuke
a boy who dared to speak the truth.
You watched as a child sank and died
and to the Courts, how loudly you denied.
But,
don't believe that I am ever fooled,
and my vengeance will not be overruled.
For I am Sin,
and I don't care how much you cry.
**My Hell awaits the day you die.
written for my friend Kevin
