People

People,
root of all evil
and I'm one of them,
killers of Christ,
murderers of men

Wait! There's more-
A familiar face
is knocking at my door

Some may know my visitor,
but he comes with mask removed
It's the famous Grand Inquisitor,
and he's here to speak the truth

Anxiously I scream,
"Were you wrong? Do more belong?
These questions haunt me in my dreams"

"All can become like a saint,
but like He said one must refuse the bread,
I once gladly ate"

Still in progress...