This is my shrine.
The words I write to worship her godlike.
An exercise in losing cursed energy.
This use to be biting the low hanging that was dangling right in front of me.
While watching the serpent slithering through the vines that got to strangling.
Or having to do it my own way like Banyan Trees.
This is sacrifice and abandoning. 
This is my scripture only it’s filled with sin and darker scenes. 
I pray her moon shines light on me.