I think you may be starving
So ask for you to take of me
Lick you may
But never taste my milk and honey
That takes laps not licks
And more patience with this world

So instead you starve your soul
And make little cuts in you psyche
The abuse of the immature in you internalized

But I only offer the divine victuals through Them
And know by Them not to force
It is not Their way

So I am not the holy you are used to
And will not wait or beg for followers
Will not wait or beg for you
Sour starving bleeding child