Christian Paradox
The walls so beautiful in a luxurious palace,
In the vicinity where the center ground on the alter that sits the chalice,
Closed curtains cover the intention of malice,
The broken church a paradox indeed,
The beautiful palace of evil is all I can see,
In a sanctuary under white clouds of glee,
The house of God so evil but how can this be?
The curtains closed behind the alter the secret sealed shut,
Blind to the eyes of followers behind the curtains of smut,
Backstage sits the priest eating the fruit of disgust,
The desire of rape, the evil lust,
But so beautiful the vicinity the walls hovers around pews,
Where reconciliation transpire with the hope to renew,
A closer connection with “God” that everyone thought they knew,
Rape in the form of blackmail representing the hidden taboo,
The broken church crumbles in the form of the truth,
The reign of terror forever ends for the destruction of youth,
The transparent light beams down from the window where the blind can see through,
Terror stemmed from the vicinity of the church’s morals that remain untrue.
poem by Kurt Kacich
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