I hope you will burn for this Some secrets are not meant to be Only a matter of time Your ugly true self unwind You preach and pray with a smile of content No doubt your teaching is from heaven sent Lost your grip when that boy was you Lost all your conscience and moral too The childhood dreams are lost The world suddenly turned colorless With one hand on the scripture And the other around his neck You molest the child in the house of your god Kiss and tell you mean nothing but well Desecrate and neglect the common sense inside you Violate and create another monster like you The urge for flesh in a twisted heart You can no longer tell your disciples apart A man to confide in To whom do you confess? Darken your deeds Take a moment to bless Win their trust with righteous talk Show them lust, forget the pain A mother's love, her pride and joy Turns into a hollow and worn out toy