“It’s not like you killed someone; it’s not like you drove a hateful spear into His side…”

All pig-tails and patent-leather shoes.

Daddy never seems to care.

And fathers are the first glimpse of God all children see.

Left little choice, you choose to sin.

Just to get some attention.

 

 

But boys are not the Almighty.

Regardless of how much they put in you…

the emptiness still grows.

 

 

The years fall away and that little girl continues to struggle.

(Still wearing pigtails and patent-leather shoes.)

To wrestle love from the unloving.

To punish herself until absolution arrives.

Yet it never does.

The sacristy is empty.

The wine is soured.

And no one listens in the confessional…

save the echo.

 

 

Oh, child, who told you that you were naked?

You were forgiven long before you strayed.

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♪ ♫ ♪: A Perfect Circle – Judith