I hear footsteps on the floor, ceiling and door.
What's that Jesus?
You want me to slice open my neighbours wife with rusty scissors,
Feast on her liver and spleen for protien,
Then rape her virgin daughter infront of your holy eyes?
Regale us with your body and blood, oh angel in the sky.
We drink the water that is now wine.
With a single drop on our tongues we reserve our souls for you.
I am your slave,
You are my master.
Cover me in chains to rid me of thoughts of impurity.
And wash our rags to rid before present.
Protect me from pleasure and lust;
The satanic embodiment is strange and dark.
Together we adorn you and luminate your robes.
And for it we feel your presence in the darkest of times.