Ode To A Recovering Saint Poem by grace mariner

Oh hypocritical and long suffering supplicant!
How you judge from your pious throne,
seated so elegantly to the right!
The tragic indignities you have suffered!
You should fall to your knees, a position you're
extremely familiar with I may add,
only this time in gratitude.
You have achieved he goal of all good Catholics,
to become the martyr.
Your deceit is corrosive, all lies and betrayals
to carry you to your Calvary.
Perhaps if you knew real suffering, your deception
could be forgiven.
So much indignation, easily absolved by one
awkward confession.
Your piety is loathsome, so much so that if you
prepare the pyre, I would gladly light the match
and stoke the flame.
But then you couldn't be victimized.
Continue to suffer with your self inflicted stigmata.
We don't worship at the same alter you and I.
Your deity is as perverse as you.
Mine does not believe in martyrs.
She will have no part of it.