Wolf in Priest's Clothing

Wolf in Priest’s Clothing

Let me tell you how to act and what to think
My sins push their way past logical limit
Still on a plane going down, mind on the brink
An ideal, of no use since I can’t live it
Tar-covered straw men keep me running in place
Yet giving in to my inner critic’s taunts
So many lies, judgements, these are things I can never erase
Everyone goes to Hell in my place, is this what I want?

But how can I claim to be a saint unseen
While ignoring every edict passed down
My life is not mine, it will never be clean
I stay in my box as all Hell comes unbound
Wasted years and broken mirrors, evil masked as good
This isn’t right, so how can I even tell
How can I command a virtuous pagan how to live
If I see my likeness in every layer of Hell?