vespers

The bells toll, extracting time from the

empty night. Prayer candles flicker behind

blooded glass, lost hopes bound to fire. I may

not be a christian but if it helps I'll wear

a cross. I will drink the blood of your god

from the chalice of your lips, consume his

flesh as long as I taste your divinity on my

tongue. I will repent for your new sins, I

might not know how to pray but tonight

I am on my knees

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