Each chamber of my heart is hollow
Chrysalises hang dead in my stomach
Or is that as what scripture directs us to abide
Has God not carved me from his loving flesh?
I lust to love you with each marrow of my bones
As much as I lust to rid of secular desire
Was I not crafted in your fatherly image?
For you have forsaken me with your creation
When my prayers have been left unanswered
Your loving nature was not captured in my portrait
Or does it lie under the vanish of celibacy
My sacred heart blazes with thorns
Flaming with your satanic fire
Depart from me at St Peter's gates
For I will burn with my heart as fuel
