You would offer to take me on trips overnight,
Making sure there would be no adults in sight.

My innocence was lost in the feign of God in Heaven,
I was a child, a baby, not much older than seven.

You committed acts that would be alarming to most,
Then spent your Sunday mornings giving out the Host.

You threatened me not to tell anyone,
Every time I saw you I wanted to run.

What a hypocrite you were, "You won't marry, you must,
Commit to your God", but you were still filled with Lust.

While pretending you were answering God's given call.
You were taking advantage of the most youngest of all.

No one would listen, they could never believe,
That you the "Almighty Priest" would ever deceive.

Several years have gone by, maybe twenty or more,
But the memory is always a burdening sore.

No longer that child, but a man who knows pain,
You should be locked away so you won't harm again.

Bless me Father for you are the Absolute Sinner,
This time it will be Me who comes out a Winner.