Keifer

Come here and let your heart be humble;
Quickened while the dark skies rumble,
Thickened by the devil's food --
The blood that moves in me toward you.

Commensurate but undivided
Angels' attentions reminded
Popes and Pharisees of chided
Childhood's from whence they came.

A cherished dogma, once remanded
To one sect is now provided
Freely to all holy men to worship here
Upon which hill they gather near.

I've never seen a creature move
With greater violence of action
Than upon these tufts of grass
Your formless body runs to me.

My wicked spirit 'gainst thine holy
Fills my corpse with mortal fear.
"Hysteria!" the manics cry
My heart's condition to defy
But in two beats, it says "Keifer"