To worship and fail...

I am the slave

Of my goddess of freedom

I do just as she says,

Her hymns I hum,

Every day and the end of it,

I believe in every word she needs,

Bound in the smoldering reed,

Leaves ashes as every breath bleeds.

Her pagan clay of a body,

Stands for the lust of fancy.

Her fingernails still smell

Of the snatched flesh fantasy.