Catholiprism

two thousand years of culture forces you behind those bars
and you fidget on which to hide first amongst your bruises and your scars
you refuse to cope much further, keeping your faith against what's real
hoping someday you won't find out about the wounds that wouldn't heal

you're despising all that's different, hating all that the world denies
you conform to narrow your anger till they’re down to muffled sighs
searching for the perfect answers that your prayers couldn't give
parting from the killing sorrow that your conscience has retrieved

you have dignified the people who plead clean and who plead right
scuffled to achieve those morals and those values in one night
on your walls you have your angels spitting songs of how you've been
each impalement buries deeper along with every line they sing

clouded gravely by your thinking, consumed intently by your belief
every road that leads to nowhere breaks you down to fake relief
what's the certainty of living when every part of you has died?
have you considered if the life you embellished was maybe too good to survive?

if your gods could offer heaven then your hell must not exist
you're at the mercy of a wisdom brought about by chronic bliss
in submission to the indecency of the holiness you've made
you've delivered yourself to the nothingness of a soul you've just betrayed