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Throughout the Mass: Genuflect whenever approaching, leaving, or walking across the front of the altar, and whenever the priest does (unless you're kneeling).
When all get to the front of the altar and genuflect, the altar boy on the right takes the priest's biretta from him (if he was wearing it) and puts it aside.
The altar boys kneel on the floor on each side of the priest (they can kneel on the bottom step instead of on the floor when kneeling during the rest of the Mass). Make the sign of the cross whenever the priest does. Bow with the priest when the 3 Persons of the Blessed Trinity are said (Gloria Patri...). Bow toward the priest while saying "Misereatur tibi..." Bow down while reciting the Confiteor, and strike the breast 3 times when saying "Mea culpa...", once each time it is repeated.

Amen.

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At eight, I had an angel’s face,
Meek and mild and full of grace.
I felt that God had let me in,
And I could not conceive of sin.

The priest told me to sip the wine
And kneel for him, just this one time.
He touched my head, he messed my hair,
And then the man began to stare.

His eyes grew bright.
His hands moved down.
And from his robe
Emerged a crown
Of flesh.
I drowned.

Pope Benedict,
I am forty-two,
And every night I think of you
And the two hundred boys
Like me
Who cannot sleep at night,
You see.
Whose faith was shattered
By that flesh,
Whose minds reset
Like games of chess
That we have lost, and play again
To find an endgame we can win.
Can I avoid a mortal sin?

You think of doctrines,
Not of boys.
Of predators, instead
The joys of disciplining
Those whose ideas you
Suppose seditious
Takes your time.
And I am raped
While you parse
The Church’s word.
My muffled screams
Are never heard.

May you choke on the parochial.

I was a boy.
And then I wasn’t.

As a man,
I stand,
Not kneel,
And fight the demons
You conceal.
I genuflect and wonder why
The Church can still obscure the sky.
Cannot God destroy the church’s spire?
And mercifully, in the gyre of
Twisted earth and falling stone
Reach down and save me
From having blown a priest at eight?

Pope Benedict, you sealed my fate.

credits

from The Professor of Rap, released May 21, 2010
Borek/McNeil

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