Imagine if you were abused,
Tortured everyday 
With cruel and unusual treatments 
And people just stood by and watched.

Treated the abuses like a game
Blaming you,
The victim for each one of their shame
Increasing harm to tame.

Coerce and force into grandiose ploys 
Acting like we're all toys
To be manipulated and controlled
By those liars, traitors and cheats-

In constant rinse 
And repeat.
Never taking no.
Never hearing go.

Ignoring everything, 
But their own wanton desires,
Ends of greed and lust 
Fed by Satan’s fires-

Where fear and hate
Twist truths and consume trust.
Crammed delusions of grandeur
Into a narcissistic self-bust.

Attacking and destroying
This is their cover
To divert attention 
From what matters.  

A priest and a Levite 
Spoke of forgiveness
As both walked away-
Still staring at the victim- 

Covered in parasites,
Tortured, 
Abused 
And dying in decay.

Years 
In this valley of the grandiose unholy 
And still only grief
Still, no Good Samaritans offering relief.