Single strands stretching out
Reaching ‘round
Searching for a soul mate
Or two
They call us sick
Twisted
Godless
Damned
They talk about morals
And fiber
As if they know how to use them
How to weave the cloth
That binds us with our temple
Blessed Mistress we come to Your table
To nourish ourselves
Not with bread
But with Yourself
Shroud us in webs
That we may see
The hell they speak of
Whips
Screaming
Gnashing of teeth
Spelling doom for them
Desire for us
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil
For Thou art with me
Thy crop and Thy rope
They comfort me
Take each snug thread
Caressing the others
Find the knots that hold us
Embrace us
Supporting
Worshiping
Dedicated to the Deviant
Fiery with passion
Bend the energies
Transform our simple being
Into an Existence Divine
Amen
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