when raised
in a catholic
church.
each sin a blot on your
permanent record.
a blemish only erased
by confession
and prayer
and humble contrition.
the penance
of rote prayers.
rarely does a sin go by
without remorse
and fear.
the priest in their long
gowns.
the bishops, the cardinals
all looking
down from their shaky
pedestals.
it's a carnival
of pretend.
with true faith hardly found.
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