When I Pray

I look to you dear father

When I Prey

I get confused...

Dear father.

You taught me well

About hypocrisy

And hyper-ventilation

As I take on

Your legacy

I revile the revelation

I'm not the son

That you wanted me to be

Nor are you the SON

Whose truths were meant

For me...

Or any one else.

When I pray

These days, my father,

I pray not to be like you

Somehow...

When I prey on those

Who cannot stop me

I hope

Somewhere, somehow

That your legacy

Won't begin again

But will stop with me.

Somehow I pray

Dear father

That the act that you began

With your hypocritical faith

Will begin and end

With me...