Turn your blood into red wine
Then make two fish turn into nine
Share the bread
The bread that’s mine
Oh my god it’s so divine
For god is so Divine
This God, that God, which are you?
You’ve written down what I should do
Read your book
Insides the clue
But how am I to know that’s true?
For are you really true?
Death surrounds me everywhere
I’m left to ask how could you care
Can I ask?
Are you aware?
Of all the pain you like to share
Divine pain you can share