The Confessional

In search of invisible forgiveness
The man in black with the melted cross
Listen to my whining guilt
My existence of pain and loss

The expensive price to pay
In a short time, soon
Chained in my own soul
Condemned by the troops of doom

Kneeling by the altar
The weak and impure priest
A dry shot in the mouth
Starting the blood feast

Ecumenical decay
The farce of dirty power
For the rest of the day
The bell is silent in the tower