SUNDAY MASS

welcome in the witches,
wretches & wealthy alike

drag in the demons,
the demented, the deranged

sinners and saints, sit close together
breathe in words that you'd fail to hear
on any normal sunday stroll

the vamps are ire(ful)
thirsty for too much red wine,

the blood
that we believe to be his
and yet

we drink it, similar to lushes,
waiting for the next binge on bread,
the body

we'll never be holy enough to have