“… [there’s] oh so many ways for me to show you how your dogma has abandoned you…”

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[This is a revised for clarity re-post.

 

While the song chosen is, without a doubt, anti-Christian, I’ve decided to interpret the art above to make it speak against a different form of faith.]

 

 

 

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.

 

Thus, the emptiness still grows—

 

regardless of how much they put in you.

 

 

 

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 humanist sacristy is empty.

 

The progressive wine is soured.

 

And no one listens in the digital confessional…

 

save the echo.

 

 

 

You were forgiven – and loved – long before you strayed.

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

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