Blasphemy

My dear sweet child,

Whisper your sorrows,

Jesus was smitten,

As you wept he was hollowed,

I shall revoke the anger inside,

As you admit to me the truths,

Exchanging for you love of life

As you lay and bathe in fruits,

Favour indebted to me it seems,

I believe I sense it as you smile,

Ignore impending satanic strength

I shall protect you as he riles,

Expulsion of the truth he holds,

Twisting the silent sins,

Gazing upon your face,

Almost touching your weak sweet kin,

Wander into my chamber,

Little child evade lies,

Protect you, dearest, I shall

From the sick old man inside,

But hush young one censored thoughts,

Keep it to yourself you must,

Else a liar shall be spat upon,

A scoundrel buried in dust,

A rapid swipe of nostalgia,

 A strengthening of his tether,

Take this hand now child,

More ready now, than ever,

So as you sprint away,

Back to your solid slum,

Your mother will be baking your pies,

Honeysuckle apple and plum,

Now if you ever were to tell,

Satan would weep with the unsaved,

I'll build a wall for you patterned with words

Resting upon your fathers own grave,