Irony: Pure and Sweet

He is the teacher of lies
Always speaking the opposite
The opposite of his beliefs
With a bloody cross around his neck
Writing heathen words on the board
Only his eyes contain the truth
A childhood in the chruch
Talking to a dead statue
With such faith, such hope
Maybe one day his god will save him
Take him away from this life of lies
Each week, he goes to his addiction
Under a frozen idol
With his search for forgiveness
He says "I'm bad, I'm horrible,
I'm not worthy of heaven"
But when his eyelashes raise
There still sits a human stone