My Church offers no absolutes She tells me, Worship in the bedroom. The only heaven Ill be sent to Is when Im alone with you— I was born sick But I love you Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Take me to church Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Ill tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If Im a pagan of the good times My lovers the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course Thats a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? Weve a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work
Posted on: Tue, 06 Jan 2015 22:24:10 +0000
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