I offer you
endless sacrifices
flowers, blood, children
and you remind me
I am allotted nothing
and I have earned nothing
from the virtue of something else
these sacrifices are
not enough of me
they are foreign
you complain
they are trifles
and they mock
your authority
your omniscient power
I offer you my life
and you scoff
throwing the soul
of your last mistress
over your shoulder
and ask if I haven't
got anything more valuable
I say I can't imagine so
and you slowly accept
as I ask my debt, my crime
you say
piousness.

06/08/2002

Posted on 06/08/2002
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