Conscience of guilt centuries of shame, to silence be

allowing others , practice free

guilt of conscience agree not a thing to see

reverence corrected with hand of divine mystery

credence to an island of deceivers, of children innocently

A man called jesus whispered

‘harm one of these my little ones amill stone round your neck and cast into the sea’

my soul, my soul too dark to see unwanted hands blessed me in deep mystery

divine mercy of a lost trinity, of sinners in black spirituality

in dark corruption, with guilt of years, not a word to save child of grace

no guilt of conscience will agree, allowing another to practice free

lamb of sacrifice on an altar of imagination

a cry, ‘these my little ones kingdom of heaen come upon ye’

thus another practices free

sins upon sins massed together as one

stain upon your skirts of conviction, that won’t wash free

no bribe to god for the man of the cloth

can wipe away sins of a century, of children so innocently