I remember the day vividly.
You sat huddled,
Your disciples egging you on.
Your soft cheeks and long hair contrasting the dark walls.
Blessed words fell from your lips and echoed through the masses.
The crowds whispered them.
And I could feel the eyes.
You told them you would save them.
I was a curse.
I should be deserted.
Demon or not,
I don't want your holy disease.