Taste and See

I used to pray to see angels;

I wanted to admire their fiery swords,

And majestic wings,

And cower in pleasure.

I used to pray to see demons;

I wanted to smell their stink and

Fear in my heart but with my mouth

Stand ever strong.

Now I pray to taste and see;

And so I got my eyes gouged,

And my tongue cut out,

And I’ve never been happier.


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