Question

The question of importance and who gives a fuck
Were things my subconscious occasionally threw up
Spent frocked at funerals or cantor singing
Smattered with guilt and incessant bell-ringing


Unerring obedience to the guy with the beads
Regardless of his character, opinions or deeds
I'd kneel through his homily, listen as he'd say
How the Church needed money and "to Hell," if you're gay


In my early teens I was already aware
The system was rotten and the Church was not fair
I confessed to my Mother, and I sought contradiction
She replied "corruption's a human affliction"


How can the Church, built on followers of God
Avoid their sins and remain holy unflawed
It cannot and in fact it is defined by this feature
Just like the scripture is interpreted by every new preacher


So the inequality, the disparity, I accepted it all
"We are all forgiven just by answering His call,"
The years rolled on and the issue was dismissed
For the basest inquiry, does he even exist?