I purvey
 The sick and the tragic
 The venom burns
 A fierce virulence that satiates none
 Born of stone 
 And sanity marked of meaning
 Another child dreaming
 Breathes with me
 Can you see it? 
 Can you see anything at all?
 It won't leave me alone...

 Sinners 
 I am but devil
 Pure as thunder
 Pick your eyes from the floor
 Saints
 Your heads are on the chopping block
 Your patience I'll reward
 With something more -
 'You talk with God now'
 Like candles for the dead
 I'll spill forth to be read 
 You never could ignore me

 Face down in her fear
 She asks again (Why?)
 I answer and watch aghast 
 As my response drains life from her eyes
 Numbed and pained by my words
 'I could never kneel before you!'
 'This is not a choice you have!'