Heretical Devotion

Through sweat and bruises, spent and useless, I scratched and crawled for carnal truths on the altar of my lust.

I sacrificed both day and night then further through the morning light, but all was not enough.

For even now I live to bow, if e'er again you would allow, in worship at your service.

I'd kiss the flame at auto-da-fe to once more taste your sweet agape then wake again athirst.