She was all you never were
And never wished to be,
Pious, loving, loyal-
In blood-soaked futility.

Jealous, you took her at the altar
As mother urged you on,
Her screams ignored by God-
A vicious wedding night.

Now she gazes up at you
With crazed, ecstatic eyes,
Dead lips accept your foreskin-
Kneeling for Communion.

Indeed she is a masterpiece,
This fine, mad piece of art,
A mirror to your glory-
The whole thing makes you laugh.