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