There was gossip

There were pleas

There were rumors of meaning in meaningless things

Widows readied their marital beds

Litters of bastards gnawed at your breast

The filthy are first to be showered in love

The world's gone mad

We dress them in furs as they travel the earth

Saints wear rags

You blessed our home

We took you in

But you had come to the place where the plague had been

It burrowed into your graces and airs

It took your queen

It hawked your wares

The stoic are first to be covered in shit and life goes on

But when it don't anymore I will see you in hell

Where I am god

God damn it,

Wait

They don't love you, like I do

But I don't know you, like them

They don't love you, like I do

They love you better, I know you best

Every hostile deed is your death

It's not mine