7.25.2014you are like church to him.to the man who lives lifelost in nine circles of hellyou are like church to him.you who with your warmth and quiet strengthcast out his demonsand bring forth righteous words from his soulyou are his muse.you are the statue of virgin wombto whom he kneels in weary supplicationyou are like church to him.he has cleansed his spiritwith your aurafilled his open woundswith your lightand when he feels whole againwhen he feels sanctifiedreturns to the depths of hellforgetting the comfort of the confines of your confessionaland instead finds comfort from the wetness between the legsof common Jezebelsyou are like church to him.and he is a seasonal worshipperwho lights ten thousand candles to honor your existenceand cast shadows on his sin