sacrifice & piety

There's only so much you can sacrifice

before you're skinned like a calf

There's only so long you can fast

before you're shorn and shaking

There's only moments

and then they're past

There's only love-drunk punches

that violently clash

And what good is one thought

when it's bound together with a thousand desires

And what good is one of us

when there's a thousand others burning between

If there's an altar, there's a knee

and there's a cap pressed to the ground in piety

If there's a hunger, there's a need
that's neither here nor anywhere you could be.