Bringing Mae Flowers

Consecrate wine into his blood

Then pour it on your hands. 

Burn the bread that is his flesh

And mix the ashes with stained sand.

Nail the commandments to the cross

With thorns pulled from his crown.

Then pray to the God you desecrate

And claim you love him now.

You would crucify your God today

If he were to come again.

You’ve turned against his loving word

To worship the greed of men.

So drink your bloodied wine

And eat the ashened bread.

Kneel before an empty cross,

Or a golden crown instead. 

You call me a sinner

When I refuse to bow my head.

But I’d rather be godless and damned

Than stain my own hands red.