The Priests Song

I hate to stare into your eyes

And swim in an orbit unproven

Where our tears constitute oceans

Whose sharks are teethless

And just as exotic as this image is

I hate to see your mind

And drown in the Creator's intricacy

Whose brilliance is seamless...

I lie about lying because I hate my honesty

Which reveals itself as a mermaid

With a body covered as a pearl

In the early night during a monsoon

Who keeps singing an illustrious song

So lustrous it blinds

The faith off of a priest

And just as truthful this image is

It is senseless not to be sinful with you...