Vatican

Disappointing Roman skies.
They go on forever, but that is lies.
Gilded facades, empty shells,
Evil beating underneath my feet,
A soul trap,
A human trap.
Sheep ticking off borrowed bucket lists,
Collecting likes.

High above the temples,
Colossal stone gods with swords.
Crosses and spears.
Promises to protect souls if only we’d let them guide us.
Kill heretics by gods’ stone swords.
Grand sham.
Grand shame.