Francis my dear padre
I am in grave trouble
it appears I'm in hell
Rest assured in my mind
no one can save my soul
but you if you so choose
As to my own background
I was raised Catholic
but gave it up for Lent
Not to poke fun at you
I left at age twenty
when the Eucharist bell
Clanged daintily beside
the altar by the boy
set to perform the task
Insists he saw a light
travel across the room
into my yawning mouth
Symptoms of my downfall
came four years previous
Mass seemed like pantomime
Curiously absurd
my laughter annoyed friends
who thought me born to lose
Understand my giggles
prevented my return
the Spirit was hell bent
Search my soul as to why
but I knew possession
was a demonic art
Pray for me before sleep
my soul to keep me safe
is this too much to ask
Arrest me before death
stops my heart from beating
my health is going south
Perhaps it's just the flu
helped me to realize
I cannot eclipse time
As you see in my name
from Portugal by way
of the sword to convert
Mark my words my family
Goans from India
know not our genome source
Even if you could rid
my soul of the devil
wherever would I start
Urgent as this matter
appears to my own mind
to get you to divert
Mea culpa I confess
your attention to say
sorry the Church used force
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