Drown me in holy water
since you call yourself a God,
kiss me back to life
to prove you’re not a fraud,

undress me from this white gown,
baptize me in your lies.
You taunt me with your words,
my unholy demise.

Let me worship at your temples
and sooth your aching head,
Whisk me off to heaven
where you promise we’ll be wed.

You have worms in your veins
and I feel it when they crawl,
I chained you upon the cross
in hopes you wouldn’t fall.

My false prophet, I loved you,
you resurrect me from the dead;
but I cannot give my life to you,
I worship myself instead.