The hollow bones of what we say are taking flight like words of prey. nSwing low, sweet champion. nSing your gospel south. nPut your head in the lion’s mouth. nSoldier, name your price with strings attached and sacrifice. nI will wait like a minotaur for you to come find me. nThis is part of our mythology.nMaybe I’m no stainglass saint, but a holy ghost you ain’t, and I see through you like an eyesore.nNow you’ve got thorns in your hair and a cross you love to bear, but I’ve got no sins you can die for. nBetter the devil that you know about, than the devil that you don’t. nI know enough to beware of you. nWhen you tell me to go to Hell, there’s nothing I can do.nDarling, I’m already there with you.