The Mantle Worn...

My Father hath his job in name alone.

A mantle just worn, despite his intent,

To invoke control now that I am grown.

A tighter grip will force one to dissent.

Seed of your flesh, but spirit unalike.

I see the fear upon your face to feign,

Strength as you split my head upon the spike.

Did Abel try to save his brother, Cain?

But I am evil and most unclean. So,

For you my fate is sealed. Condemnation,

Is my sentence. My father sews my woe,

With hate in his heart he leads a nation.

Someday I hope your eyes are open so wide,

You can see the cross you bear is just your pride.