Twisted

Saint

I wear a white dress to clarify that I'm pure,
I pray to god to give me strength to endure.
Im a star amongst the people in my church,
They blindly follow me in my eternal search.
I have a secret that no one must know,
Its dark and I hope that it will never show.
If my people knew about it I would be shunned,
If they caught a glimpse of it they would be stunned.
Away would go my holified title of a saint,
The rumors of what I am would never faint.
I am a big bad wolf wearing a sheeps's skin,
Simply put I am hooked to the thrill of sin.