STAINED

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bathed in stained glass    
before morning mass    
reflections of rain    
run down window's pane    
     
unbuckled and open    
no words can be spoken    
my mouth on his belt    
while all else is felt    
     
to them, I am damned    
I am what I am    
though try as I might    
for me, he's the light    
     
the Eucharist's taste    
fills the gash in my face    
his fingers slide in    
forgiving my sin    
     
For God doth loom beyond his son    
The highest pow'r, only One    
     
My husband of thy many wives    
Who've taken on all of his lives    
     
But I in my black habit worn    
Must have his flesh as I have sworn    
     
Devoured from his bloodied guise    
Replace mine his all-seeing eyes    
     
And so I see the rea'l truth    
And thus I pledge my faith his Ruth    
     
To be his brick and mortar site    
Corrupt the sheep and make it right    
     
To say we did and bless it so    
To lose their trust before we go    
     
Forgiving all I do for thee    
There is a place in hell for me    
     
Forsaking all who kneel and pray    
We shall not hear a word they say