Cathedral of Shame

It was never my intent to return to this place dark halls of betrayal, and lacking in grace Lustful intentions, like geysers of steam scald memories ‘neath mahogany beams Yet I come on this day to recapture my soul To quiet the screams now three decades old Black flowing robes with collars of white Incensed chambers to the left and the right The bones of saints litter this brothel of sin While confessions absolve the evils of men The innocent novice here silently cries Behind red velvet ropes of cardinal lies Like lambs sacrificial to the altar are led While the pure hearts of angels are quietly bled I kneel before God, but my prayers silent fall In the shadow of Christ in this candlelit hall The peace that I seek here doesn’t exist Where the holiest men refuse to resist Hail Virgin Mary, full of sweet grace Help me to rise and get out of this place