When the saints pray for me
With all of their tears,
Oily pearls upon my head,
In hopes for my soul,
I will love everyone who tried.
Wide-eyed creatures, long faced and placid
Cool robes of blue and gray,
Holding one hand up to revere me
Deploring the paintings of hell fire,
Devouring by devil-birds, blackened-steel talons
And serpent tongues, gnashing teeth on bones,
A stewing pot of sinners in unison
Singing with their agony-
Repent from the eastern minds of Philosophy,
We love you; there is no need to suffer through
Eternity alone.
Golden halo light of adoration,
I’ve felt the beams of prayers perhaps once before.
Forgive me, I no longer believe.
The truth has been piercing my side.
My greater sin is to lie.