I worshipped your every word

Licked every ground that carried your trace

Bathed in every wind that showed you home

Walked head high when you came

Altered my vision so I could afford you a slice

Butterflies turned to pregnancy when you walked my way

Pregnant with all things joyous whenever you called

Unaware that you were the Satan's muse

Unknowing that you wore the heart of a devil

Oblivious that you worshipped the gods of flesh