When I was a somewhat pathetic goth teenage girl, I was accepted by this one non-denominational church. they did lots of service for the community. It was their big thing. When I participated in these missions, I felt my spirit move. And this church also did mostly worship music, rather then a big long lesson from some old guy.

pop a pill for it, it won't hurt, you don't even have to try!
and even if it doesn't work, responsibility can be denied.
medicine would make you better, it would ease your body and mind.
but the doctors can only prescribe you pills to keep living in your lies.
we are what we eat, and it's clear my friend that we suffer contamination.

this new language i speak can only be heard
in the tapping of my finger's upon the keyboard.
yet somehow it's meaning can reach all the way to you there in another room, in another town, in another world.
keystrokes replace penstrokes here in this new paradigm.
i say the KEY is mightier than the pen!!

i sit upon a web of consciousness with you,

vodka spit kiss

pressed lips upon clit

mmmm...

green sex-sweat hit.

straight to my brain

and what did i gain?

new attachments created,

to that which we've mated,

my unborn addiction,

a lusty infliction.

i cry.

why?

why did i cry, my blood down your cheek?

and how could true love make my womb weep?