I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.

I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.

While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,