Dark

The white apparel,

flowing and sweeping the marble floor,

swinging side to side…

I watched them dance,

showing sets of teeth

eluded of whiteness,

contradicting their pure white gowns.

I watched them intently,

scanning through the white gowns,

gowns of hypocrisy,

wraps of lust,

which the world sees not.

Sin and purity,

married under the shades of white

behind the poor pulpit,

which is void of expressions

to condemn such unholy righteousness

Eyes reddened with falsehood

lips broken of words untold,

The sad realities of a forsaken cross.

I see them match on,

with cassocks of pride,

robes of injustice,

milking the innocence of their congregation.

The altar weeps

for the careful brutality

of her damned sacredness.