Confession

Forgive me Father
But you have sinned
You have trespassed against the blindly faithful
And exploited your position of divine guidance
A false gift in place of a worthy achievement
Given to you by those no better than Judas himself

You've further twisted the already corrupt Word
To advance your personal monetary standing
Your intentions are hidden behind benevolent preachings
Spiritually crucified, your soul is sold
As your God cries tears for a forgotten cause
His house of worship is now a market of greed

Forgive me as I turn my back
You deserve nothing more and much less
Regardless your title- all I see is a selfish child
Delivering shame unseen and unfelt
I'll reserve my confessions for true prophets of life
Fathers of ideas, not spirits of avarice