She visited my dreams
by knocking on the door.
But because she knew better,
she crawled under the floor.
Once inside, she gathered
my thoughts and my intentions.
Surprised to find her keepsake
of the sins I cannot mention.
Ecstatic with her findings,
she cultivated me.
Desiring something more
of the Devil inside of me.
Unsatisfied and brutal,
she lit my heart aflame,
leaving it a remnant
of his blessed name.
With nothing more of spirit
and lacking any worth,
my soul began to cry
at Satan's holy birth.
