In the house of God I lay,
Waiting for my Lord to take me there.
That place in which we are forbidden,
But of it, are constantly aware.
Dressed of faith in black and white,
My savior takes my hand.
He lays me on the altars' steps,
And tells me his demands.
"In this game we're about to play,
You shall be thy sister.
In beliefs, heart, soul, and blood,
Bounded like a twister.
In the eyes of the Lord now,
I shall make you mine.
We must sin here in ecstasy,
Acting out our crime."
I say my prayers, and close my eyes,
Waiting for his blessings.
A blessing cursed with wicked glee,
And also me *******.
As nun and priest we give ourselves,
To not only God, but to each other,
We're not really who we say we are,
But I still love him as my brother.