Preprise

If when you drink the wine from my pulse
The grapes of wraith turn sweet in your throat
and grace is baked into your bones
and break my fast on your marrow
Ill taste and seep, god ill seep, through a hollow loaf
god in quotes, speak, son, come and feast, come and feast
say it again, say it again, say it again, say it again, say it again
say it again