I saw you in a dream, dressed in less clothes than Eve on the day she was evicted from the garden.

Like her, I wished you’d escape from fairytales. Like her, I wished you’d bow down before me, open your mouth and allow me to feed you my seed of knowledge.

Lay bare and worship me,

offer yourself for an eternity.

Promise me, sacrifices of flesh when you have earned punishment.

Promise me, floods to drown in when you are satisfied.

Promise me, it’s mine.