Reason Remains Sacred Irony
No, your kingdom isn’t from this world.
When you hustle the oration temperamentally reversed.
No. What a plea of redemption.
Your humility and compassion are completely void of love.
You had claimed you own as a head of
A religious embrace that choke us with fear, oh no!
You perfect successor of Peter
You all had betrayed your savior. Dictatorship drown in
blood
How much pain it cost your mercy?
How can we pay your fancies? Why do we need your pardon?
Tell me, how many persons have you burnt?
How many infants have you rapped? So many innocents dies.
Almost perfect you my son. You are all the same to me.
Should we avoid this anger in our hearts?
I can feel in your eyes the despair, fallen and risen.
Oh sacred irony of faith, stupid dogma to claim
That I have come to this world with original sin.
Who give you the authority to speak in the name of the
one
That came to this world to save not to condemn all.
