I am Sin

I am Sin.

My love is Crucifiction.

Priest like, I worship,
your blood filled chalice,
buried deep inside the unborn vulva.

my NOT vulva.

The Passion for communion; hymn,
parts my biblical sea.
Sermon floods the unborn womb.

my NOT womb.

Clothing scattered, lots cast, limbs outstrecthed, seed blown.
Creation
falls...

From the unborn opening!

my NOT opening.

Snake slithers from sheets,
crawls... H i s s ing.
Forbidden bitten.
Nakedness revealved.

My God, why have you forsaken me?