Soiled Doves

Walk from the likes of professional hands.
The soiled doves in the musty alleys are my friends,
Blushing and playing coy behind their fans.
All know they cannot be cleansed.

You are called the Great Father.
But You took my wings from me.
Now I’m down here with my fellow brother.
Please hear my plea.

These sinners are ready for salvation.
Penance is written on their faces.
They will meet You at the station.
I will deliver them to Your Graces.

Please take pity on their damaged souls,
Do not crush them under your immortal soles.