Bathing in holy water under your silky fountain
We sank into you and submerged our rationality
We became infants as you mothered us with your tongue
While your saintly whispers whisked us into dream.
Every milestone baptised our sickly hearts with hope
Syphoning out the demons of logic
While the growing pains of your grace bloomed
Ever so slowly sucking every ounce of us.
The smell of blood taints our memory
Bidding us to continue our path
Yet with each step we shed ourselves
And put on the garment of saintly worshippers.
Never have we strayed from the alter of your crumbs
Forever worshipping your grace and favour
As you tithe us into boneless death.