Theres always full stops at the end of stories Theres always lines that turn a tale upon its head This one goes for the unbelievers Turns honey into acid and turns joy to dread The clean pair of heels They showed replaced compa**ion And destiny showed up vowing to never leave Heres to the silent who succumbed to hatred Heres to the gullible that life deceived And walls have a history of keeping secrets For secrets Look to history of innocence Doors can bring fear Guilt and hurt when opened And ceilings there to cover what the devil sent Moments seem eternal And this hush is defening As the power of the cloth consumes The innocence and after hands clasp As he prays forgivennes An act thats well practiced by his reverence Is this the power that you craved when once meek? Your strangled frustrations fostered sick desires You prey on the vulnerable and scar forever And go back inside the church and pray for sanctuary The mound under blankets left alone to tremble He silences the sobs to halt the fathers return To sleep in isolations a distracted comfort But distractions just the thing this frail child yearns One thousand hail marys cant erase your conscience As you abuse with the power thats invested in you Dont look to your heaven seeking some kind of solace Dont forgive them father for they know just what they do