she laughed at me when i told her she was my fetish

she admired my strength

my will

my glorious anger

my limitless sorrow

but she never understood my worship of all things her

or what it did to me when she snuffed the candle and took her light away

so when she called

again

she assumed the doors of the church would be thrown wide open again

that i would kneel in supplication at the altar of her

not knowing the once consecrated land had been salted

not seeing the burnt offerings of open eyes i had desecrated her statues with

her sermon was a false gospel yet i let her baptize me in those poisoned waters

and the things she so admired

now filled her with venomous hate

as i lay weeping for the angel with dirty feet

lighting the wick on the smouldering feathers hanging limply off her back

and eyes once blinded by temptation/now opened to falsehoods/ever more/ever more/