Silentium

"...in these times, passion hath become more than any spirit, haunted or divine; flesh hath become the image; and our lust as the sacrament of it all..."
To feel lust for
For her innocence
Loins hurt for lust denied
Just by the thought of her
Betrayal in my eyes
Just by the sight of her
Come drown him with your naked skin
First to my god then into your grace
The more you want her
More dismay more slander
She will be crucified