Feast for the Messiahs 

Since when have the gods called you love? Since forever she said. And that scared the skepticism out from my atoms. Destiny they called it. When you find your calling. And here it was in the shape of you. In the curves of you. In the laughter and smile of you. Have me praying five times daily, bathing in holy water and mud from the Dead Sea. I am here to walk this Eightfold Path across threshold of transgressions. Here to devotion and preach the perfect sermons. You. In your bounty like limitless depths, have made this glory. Made this admiration apostolic. I have written Bibles of poetry in your name. They call you passion. Grand mistress. The ark of the covenant. I call you friend. And someday. Maybe. If you could see the god in me. Love. 

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