What then, could you have possibly hoped for?
Your most devout, a child raised before an altar
Opens her eyes and finds only a man on your cross
How could she ever live without a burning hole in her chest? Reverence misplaced, turning inwards like a black hole, seething and ******* her dry
Looking for some idol to worship finding no pulpit to fall before screaming mercy
No one to forgive her if not a god, if not herself
Oh but the flames are so bright and burning, light her way she begs,
Begs a man, a pipe, a flickering refrigerator bulb in middle of the night
Consuming herself in the absence of the god that consumed her
always in her pursuit of heaven, she finds herself cast back to hell