Penitent pope (poem) Mixed Media

Illustration of my poem”penitent pope”

They thought I’d be talking to angels
I was listening to devils
Painting black rainbows
These hands are your vessel

The messenger of dark matters
Wolves among sheep
Your function of being will shatter
Women from blind sleep

The strong are on top because of the weak
You can’t summit you can’t see the peak
Can’t submit through clenched teeth
On the gallows they’ll record your speech

Mammal then man to Mephistopheles
One incarnation away from deity
I’ll answer your prayers for a few
Sex, drugs and rock n roll are free