My Prayer Tonight.
My mother born me an heiress of temptation,
My father soaked me in the shame of a whore.
I have become to seek to be a man, but I am no man.
I stand at a great shore in agony of my womb, blood red my river flows.
Loneliness consumes me to bear a son with blue eyes and a heart of blond.
Such a one I would creep to my breast and beseech never to leave me in my weakness.
I am hollow without such a seed to bear my name, to cradle my likeness.
I bleed again.
I am no mother yet.
The fate of flesh is unjust.
The cathedrals full with the glory of our man’s hands.
O’ Great God Yaldabaoth, I am lonely.
I am your creation, can you not soothe me with the love of darkness that has become us.
I burn down another cigarette, a silent prayer, a subtle tear.
I pray let the horses take me tonight,
I pray let the doors of your cathedrals open upon me,
I pray let me drink of the waters that is your wine.
And I will dance for you in celebration of this creation, feel the wind call me name, feel us become one as the darkness softens my heart.
Amen.
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