Intwining EnTrance

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