Mary El Tarot – The Hierophant / the Pope:
What poison will you suck from me?
I hold you close, so you can’t see
all the colors of fearful symmetry.
I hold you tight, so you can’t grow,
experience, what’s there to know
Your hunger drains the life from me
Dare I drop you to set me free?
Larger than live, stone deaf and forlorn
Children, dead and guilty before they are borne
conceived beneath pious blankets, brittle and dry
ruled by thin waivers that hide dogma and lie
Raised on wine from aging breasts, sour and stale
and bread devoid of nurture that weathers life’s gale
Hands grabbing young innocence in a lecherous caress
then on Sunday communion of moldy nothingness
Dire whispers of secrets buy silence with shame
instill phantoms of self-hate of mistrust and blame
Allow that to rule your life from cradle to grave
Or will you break out, be a free Soul and brave