Faith
A lady came up to me today,
She had lost both breasts
With soul in her eyes she spoke of a savior.
Naive promises of saccharine salvation and loving embraces
Coated her tongue.
"It’s too good to be true"
But no she beholds "I swear it’s a fact"
Just promise your soul, your skin, and senses
To a miraculous God!
I know the one that you speak of,
He who turns water to wine, and rises resurrected.
To him you’ve pledged you fidelity?
Why?
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