You bear the scars of old sin on your skin
Prostrate yourself before me slave
in faith
All pain shall bring you into bliss
To enter my house you'll need to suffer
a bit
And you shall call me lord. No gods before me
Your flesh is my flesh, your blood
my blood
___________
Thorns crowned round your golden brow
Fishhook stockings will tear your soul
so low
Kneel down worship this god-head
As it shall always be this way, I dominate
your fate
Subservience is a virtue that you must embrace
The lash that scourges your face, and you writhe as you call out my name
___________
The substance of divinity on your lips
Display your piety for me
to see
You'll scream the hymns of devotion, the gospels of pain
Just trust that lust will bring you through this into salvation
And you shall call me lord. No gods before me
Your flesh is my flesh, your blood
my blood
___________
Prostrate yourself. Crawl forth into my loving grace
Thorns crowned upon thorns prick your skin.
Your knees are sore from all your sin
All pain. All pain. All pain. You cry my name
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