Bora born
Loves' last lie _
Severed heart, butchered brain, predator of
children, hidden behind reasons cloak of
tempered persuasion. The woman-child still
relives the assault, innocense still dies.
The church closes in, to blame the one who
taunts the priest, seduced by beauty refined.
Responsibility palmed off, evil
has always backlighted religious might.
He sleeps on in a hell of his own, the
child in the woman never understands.
The lie was told, her mind repatterned in guilt by
parables reset each day, love witheld.
The child's mind poisoned by adults who dare
relive the lie. The child abandoned to
tales of monsters within. Evil rebirthed
in beliefs refashioned by the mother.
The illusion a construct of fetted
minds, transformed by a cultures inner wealth.
The priest open to love, lets go reason
in a flurry of self-serving need, twice.
There is no redemption, only release
from the prison of the mind. Let it go.
Emotions over filled, tears flow to wash away
foul dogma, poisoned by the crooked cross.
Innocence ripped out sucks in guilt. No love
could fill the void, so different, so alone.
The trap door shuts, thought, re-patterns the
mind of the child who is only twelve years old.
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© july 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Loves` last lie _
Loves` last lie _
