not quite.

you used the wrong word,

and praised the wrong lord,

watching his talk,

and hearing his walk.

you fooled 

your other half

with an old map,

and took it to his home,

then sold it for his own.

go on, go on.

it is worship.

it is love.

when one day you woke

to the sound of nothing,

you knew you'd made

a tragically bad deal.

your hard knees fell,

your body, unwhole,

touched the rainground,

your insides, sore.

when one moment you woke

to the dead ants crawling

toward your thighs...

you closed your eyes.

go on, go on.

it was worship.

it was love.