Reflecting Shadows

I heard the chime    
When your rope grew taut  
Tempestuous screams at midnight    
Where evil deeds await    
 
Like choir boys in drag  
Who hides behind imagination  
Loved by apparitions and old bishops  
That pollute the communion  
   
Words never spoken    
Sounds heard over centuries    
From secrets and epileptic seizures    
That cauliflower your ears    
 
Summoned among this fallen sect  
The stench of holy forever  
Oh, it’s lost indeed  
 
Hail the fickle masses    
When ashes trickle into concrete    
Of prophets with funny hats    
Seeping foundations    
   
It’s a prophecy foretold    
An empire of snake charmers    
Where women are sold commodities    
Nothing more, nothing less  
   
Throw in your last dollar    
Lick up the clout you never receive    
His dogma insures no closure    
Keeps you on your knees    
   
Summoned among this fallen sect    
The stench of holy forever    
Oh, it’s lost indeed  
   
The satanic wiles    
The yielding to no avail    
   
The cold starlight    
The absence in daylight