Religious Slave
He looks at me like the forbidden fruit;
All he wants is a taste.
Looking to covet me,
Telling himself not to act in haste.
He thinks I'll grow to love him,
In that he is wrong;
For between the two of us
Something does not belong.
His questioning eyes and adoring stares
All go unwanted.
He holds hope in his gaze,
He remains undaunted.
His white collar displayed,
A cross upon his breast
Knowing I'm his sin
He gives himself no rest.
He hunts me down with pleasantry
Continuing until we're beaten.
Pushing me to my safer place
Finding me in my Eden.
He transforms back to the beast;
He becoming the serpent I becoming his Eve,
Putting out different intentions
His meaning to deceive.
No knight will come and save me
No angel with a flaming sword
Planting no escape for me
I become his ward.
I will slay the snake as he was slain
Never to return.
Sending him to his own infernal place
Forever more to burn.
