I saw her standing there -

I heard confession...

I saw the priest -

I saw obsession...

I saw desire -

I saw the tears fall...

I was her witness -

I spoke not at all.

But I'll give her that

for which she most craves...

I'll call the saints

right out of their graves...

I'll call to heaven -

have them send halos...

Christ was a fag -

but I know she loves those.

Now I read her mind

as we sit at our table...

This is the moment

& I'm finally able

to say that the boy looks just like Sean Penn -

Doesn't he make you just want to pretend

he is a real priest -

let's make him bend -

let's make him beg for this night not to end.

Let's make those priests forget about god -

come now our father -

spare not your rod...

Let's pull those rosary beads from his ass -

he screams his Hail Mary's -

he creams & he gasps -

he takes the lords name in vain

& then says:

"What are your names? How did you guess?

I've never told God - I've never confessed!

How did you come to be here these dark days?"

We smile & reply: "In mysterious ways."

He calls us angels

& worships you now...

As I step away -

kept my sacred vow...

Gave her these moments -

if only in words...

Even if only in dreams

they occurred...

For Mollie deserves

to have such a lay...

No matter what those

10 commandments may say.

- For Mollie -

Sorry if I pissed you off the other night ;-0)

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