Christian upbringing.
Born free
Baptised with water and chains
Pap fed with guilt and crushed reason
Until only obedience remains.
Reality challenged by doctrine
Innocence damned beyond hope
Fairies are not real in the garden
But water is blessed by the pope.
Your burgeoning body is evil
Do not feel or the devil will play
The urgency of youth will wreak havoc
But only the priest may touch you that way.
At last you reach into adulthood
Broken and by faith remade
Truth and trust are vestigial echoes
By gods and by minions betrayed.
One little detail does not add up here... Your name is Saint John??? ?? (I am thinking out loud... If it was me, and I don't like religion, why would I call myself saint? )
Yep; StJohn is my birth name. Ironic isn't it? 8)
@IamNobody hehe- Indeed not! 'StJohn' is an old French name and is usually pronounced 'sinjun', which is a derivative of the French pronunciation, transliterated 'San zhan'. Don't know why the family chose it. Years ago I worked for the (since disgraced) StJohn of God Brothers: I used to love answering the phone: "Hello, and thank you for calling the StJohn of God Brothers; StJohn speaking!" These days I just love the irony of being agnostic/atheist with such a name.
So true. We live in a very screwed up world