Devotion

Watch as I drink myself holy with this sacred wine,

Watch as the sacrament melts on this tongue of mine.

The crosses will cross themselves off, just you wait.

I have this fiendish feeling haunting me as of late.

The glowing cloud always follows me to the red altar.

My faith is still strong but my will, it falters.

I kneel before dinner and pray right after the mass.

They praise my devotion, but they know it will pass.

Watch as they find out where all my bodies are buried,

Gasp when they realize my name was never Mary.

The flies will drink my vinegar, thinking it was honey.

I have this fiendish feeling, it tastes just like money.

-JW