Quit staring at me-
with your long dead eyes
I buried our love
a very long time ago
Your glances are blank-
I turn in disgust
Your once green eyes-
are now a moldy shade of black
I see no window to your soul
it's been slammed shut
To me you seem blind
unable to see
even the ugly truth
Maybe you should buy-
a Pope mobile
to wave at those you left
broken
who now dress
for revenge
Your allure
died eons ago
faithfully corrupt
and sinfully strong
Even the Vatican-
banished you
and your deadly sins
Stay away-
before I lose
what is left of my
sinking religion
Go, get lost-
in the catacombs
or languish
in the dead sea
looking for hidden scrolls-
You crucified me
falsely I might add-
I refuse to
bear your cross,
You sold me out
for cheap gold coins
and a false
kiss-
on the cheek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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