The Unholy

You speak of God. You praise His name, But your face splattered in red. You show the world you are holy. You pray every day. Walk into a church to sing the hymns. Take part in your role. The Bible is open in your lap. A rosary swinging between your hands. Down on your knees, begging for forgiveness. Whispering your Hail Marys. Though you try to show you are good Deep down, something evil lurks within Your hands covered in gore The knife-sharp to the tip Hunting for victims, Preying over weak bodies. Thinking you are saving their poor souls, But you are the one seeking salvation. How righteous do you really feel? Thinking you are serving God, When you are only pleasing yourself. There is no one in Heaven who loves you, But there's a special place in Hell that can take you.