Kiss me and infuse a new language into my mouth
Wash my sins away with your holy soap
Make time stop with your hands
And cover me with your feet
Persuade my ghosts to go away
Make rain every night
You're my Saint
And each day is your feast
A feast which never ends; a feast of plenty
I am a like a Muslim submitting myself to your will
I am like Devotee of La Santisima Muerte
Pushing all other Gods away from me
I am like a child of the roses
Only to be tended by the father of this garden
And like a Jew I make my covenant with only you
Purge me like the sinner I am
Cleanse me with your fire; flames from Hell that I embrace
I embrace with as a pious pilgrim of your church
And I gait on cobblestone to your sanctuary
Just to partake of you rites and rituals
I die to resurface like phoenix
I rise in your name against demons and Hell
Take my nights away
Lift me to your crystal dome in the sky
And bring me down to earth on your pillars
I am your Devotee
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