Scar

In a beautiful church holy picture stands against altar wall The beauty of women on it can and should move the soul It is the mother of Jesus himself who’s visage is on that wall As a barer of son of God was her role Yet as you look closely at the picture there is something not intended by the art There is a scar going in direction of Mary’s heart Will the world end when the scar reaches her heart Or is it simply mistake made by creator of this art How dare you say? This will be my judgment day Maybe I made few mistakes along the way But it was evil done to me I would say Through fire and rain Through sorrow and pain No sense to put it plain And one’s own rightfully my soul hard to regain On who’s side God is It is a question not for a priest but for abyss No one knows if there is bliss If in heaven they will feel divine kiss Is there something to strife immune? Do I have to bring Rome to its true self to have it and what it would be form of its tribune? When scar gets to Mary’s heart will Earth perish in a typhoon? Or will it be time when I see the greatest light on the darkest side of the moon