I have been planning on doing some of my blog posts ahead from here on, as it worked out so well in April. Well… I am not sure where I should go. April is National Poetry Month so that is easier for me. But I am at a semi loss after that. I think that the imtern is ready to take over the Fae Corps Publishing blog… so I only have my own personal blog to attend to. Next weekend is the time I am going to be trying to get it scheduled for the month of May. That sounds like time to research what May is known for…any suggestions? I don’t know if I am going to be doing a daily thing…. that is quite an undertaking. Especially with the publication schedule I have lined up for Fae Corps Publishing.
My lover’s got humor She’s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody’s disapproval I should’ve worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She’s the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday’s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week “We were born sick”, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom” The only Heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I’m a pagan of the good times My lover’s the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That’s a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We’ve a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
My 2 Cents –
I have always made my view of religion clear. I am pagan. I maybe did not tell the story of what got me to that point though. I started out Baptist.. I have read the Bible. I actually attended a catholic Mass. I have read the Quran. I am pagan because it feels the least like a lie to me. But what started me questioning? The deacons at the First Baptist Church of LaPlata Maryland told me I was a bad influence on the children there and told me I was not welcome to attend church anymore. I was 14, Pregnant, and they had not the first clue what my situation was. They did not ask. They did not care. This was In 1989. I was a scandal. And They were not good Christians.
Pattimouse 