Fetishistic Idolatry of the Cross

Wicked thoughts which erase your chastity
Figuring that wooden touch between your legs

Let the lord you gave your life enter in you
Vaginal fluids wet your robe
Making you dirtier than a false confession

Your pussy lips swallow the body of Christ like a communion
Entering in the church you think not at the sacred
But at the profane

Kneeling in front of the cross
No pray, no penitence
Only to suck parishioners' cocks
Desiring and asking to nail your ass
Fetishistic idolatry of the cross

Taking the wood of Christ
Screaming the name of incest

As a sign of devotion
You spread the anal doors
Filling with shit that thing you adore
Licking it you feel thе taste of your religion

Fetishistic cult of shit