Layout by: Clarisse Garcia
Published by: Kristine Joyce Soriano
Date Published: March 20, 2025
Time Published: 6:47 AM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Hoax Priest
Sewed eyes—brimmed with blood and a kneel to his Christ—
See the ruins in his might—through his eyes—Fair mob!
With the height of his steps and the love for his head,
Ingest the bread for his fault, then an oath for the cult—
Ghost! Say as he says! Follow, and we praise!
His people—his soul—The saint of a hoax—
He then looks up to the fate of his almighty,
Devil! In disguise of a man—Devil! Cruel Man!
Boast and a load of lies offered to my Christ—
His chance for shame is a bane to the grave.
A ballad for the soul of my people—
That wrought in needle forms of dirt,
And shall I seek the prayers to our Almighty—
Save! Free the angels of man—Angels we save!
I kneel to my reverend—sight in dim—
Take the heart of the ghost—Fair mob! Let go!
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