Little Miss Heretic

Little Miss “bless me father for I have sinned”

Is on her knees for a heretic

Who doesn’t care to see her pray because

He has found a better use for her lips

Than reciting and confessing

But if she must confess, he’ll hear her sins

And take them away as she screams

In pleasure, in pain, in heaven and hell

Until all she believes in is him

And how he makes her feel when

His hands are around her throat

And his lips are on her body.

While trained to be suspicious of the “sinful”

She was drawn to his pure goodness

That didn’t stem from a fear of hell or

The wrath of a vengeful god

For he believes in no god and worships only her

And if he were to burn, he’d burn for her,

Not for old rules that have been broken

Or for saints, angels and prophets - only for her.

He’d drag her down into the flames with him,

And she wouldn’t even protest because

Nothing would make her feel more fucking alive

Than killing the part of her soul that lives in fear

Of retribution for simply being herself.