The Flame of Modesty

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Some Catholic priests must savor losing face,

The screened confessional providing Christ’s

Humility for them.  His helpful grace

Gives pious anonymity.  He heists

Their pride, a mortal sin, and shields them with

Protection from the world, its lovely sins

As priests dish out the penances.  That myth

Is purity for Fathers.  Sinners’ skins

Involved in thrills get absolution from

Adultery and having fun with boys

And girls.  These priests wipe out the human scum

(While thinking of their throbs with young-skin toys).

  The faceless men are humble in the dark

    And dwell on penis head, its god-like spark.