Petals of sin
A cold breath from his soul
Frozen,
The fountain of tears
A line of ethics,
Between church and man
Is the truth a mystery?
Or a divine canvas?
Stretching the skies,
That the light sunburn what he sees,
Given time and place,
The shadows of the moon
A party TV of a painting,
Prejudice or nothing,
Pulling to oneself,
The plague of propaganda
Giving gins to the church,
To let a child live death
The reality of a cynical world,
Lost in the fumes of the black gold
PoetR 