Father, Forgive Me (For I Have Sinned)
Father, Forgive Me (For I Have Sinned) (Redux)
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned—Trust was the birthright
that let him begin.The booth reeked of incense, secrets, and sweat
Confession reduced to a ritual of regret.His hand, cold with authority,
pressed tight to my skin,“Don’t tell,” he whispered,
hiding rot within.Branded as destiny, sold as fate
He named it love but delivered hate.I prayed for fire to cauterize the wound
But walked out silent, spirit marooned.He wore the robe; I bore the scar
His scripture a knife that cut too far.
He said belief could mend my mind
But every prayer left more behind.Faith meant submission, the loss of my voice
Sanctuary twisted into a predator’s choice.They praised his virtue,
sanctified his way
While I bled out the truth they refused to
weigh.Every stained glass window kept the lie intact
A cathedral of silence, complicity stacked.Ritual absolved him,
washed guilt down the drain
My name erased, replaced by pain.
He held the Word, but the Word was a blade
Beneath the hymns, a violence replayed.Benediction became threat,
a psalm to conceal
Blessing as mask, hurt dressed as zeal.There was no worship, only restraint
No savior among them, just mask and complaint.Lambs kept in silence,
wolves dressed in white
Prayers as shackles in the dead of night.
Their God stayed silent through every cry
Scripture turned poison, each passage a
lie.They branded me broken to cover their rot
My silence the payment they never forgot.Confession was currency,
innocence spent
Justice denied, repentance bent.No angel descended, no miracle came
Only the stink of survival and never-ending shame.
I am the altar, the match, the flame
My rage carves truth where they buried my
name.My voice is a reckoning inside the nave
No more secrets, no more slave.I spit on their ritual, their order,
their line—This is not blessing; it’s how cowards confine.
Father, forgive me—there’s nothing left to give.This temple is a tomb
where predators live.They preached about light,
but worshiped the dark,Branded me shame and called it a mark.But I remember it all,
every night, every stain—And I’ll never bow to their sanctified chain.This is the
new confession—no more victim, no mask—I rose from the filth,
and I’ll never ask.