Sorry on a sunday

Father has forgiven you
yet, once again
when everybody else
still lives with pain
blood still unwashed
and never will be clean
veil of deceit
cloudy and unseen
you preach about sin
and explain a lie
but when truth is told
people can't try
live your way of power
play it sweet
brainwash who you can
but when we meet;
i always think, why be sorry just for a Sunday?