I rise to the come of your poem
And fall stricken with fever to my knees, again
Fever is my veins and I am addicted again
And I will writhe at your mercy, as long as you'll have me

Carve your Hallelujah into my flesh
Break my throne, cut my hair
And still I will wear you like a crown of thorns
Three days hence, we will both be reborn

In the dark of confessional
Naked, you were worried I might ask too many questions
But all I can think of is
How many litanies could roll off my tongue
Before Heaven opened to receive my penance

While Eden burns,
I bless the scars crossing up and down your body
One by one kissed by angels with tongue
And signed in the key of some long forgotten saint

Sin, ******* you
Sin like you've survived the Rapture and you're just waiting for the end
Sin like Paradise bores you, like you were meant for the other side
Sin like I know you can

And so to this, my love, your alter,
Let me lay this last benediction

Cross my heart, lay me down to sleep
My soul is cheap but it's yours to keep
And should I die before I wake
**** the Lord, I'm yours to take