Giver

There is no pleasure to be found in nitpicking
Divinity shouldn't warrant hesitation
I must deluge the holy terrain with uninhibited zeal
My eyes, though scrupulous, do not waver at every blemish
My touch does not wane at every fault line
I bathe in the flaws, finding them disparate from the qualities
This flood is gratuitous, not reserved
I don't hold back with you
Not out of desire, but inability

I cross the moat, the bridge, the line
There are no more boundaries with you

Upon your stake I am burnt
An immolation of silken flames and caresses
That make the fires dance into the sky
Calling your name, proving the duality of holy and unholy
The best of both worlds
Existent in the taste buds blossoming on your tongue
For a voice like that couldn't come from anywhere else
But the ether as well as the stygian abyss
My elegy
Mummify my corpse in your song
I offer myself, an eager sacrifice
Do with me as you'd like