Prostrate at her feet I lie,
My Goddess.
In subjugation I worship her
And confess.
Make sacrifices daily
To please,
Upon cold, hard floors
On my knees,
I wait for her blessing,
The order to stand,
For her glowing light,
To envelop my hand
And access to her temple,
If she should so grant.
A monotone from my mouth,
Whispered in a chant.
My faith is steadfast,
Never does it falter.
I receive her communion,
Standing still at her altar.
Her word is law,not to be broken,
Whether it be written or spoken.
Yet the sins I have sinned,
She forgives
And my broken spirit,
In her it lives.
My faith grows stronger,
Reaffirmed,
Her faith in me?
Unconfirmed.
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