Child Saint

Virgin born, virgin slain, a holy vessel sent
On gilded wings to save the sins of human indiscretion
Ushered through life in a cloak of mysticism
Eyes sown blind to the pentagram
A martyr for faith and restraint
The curse of the child saint

Child saint

License and luxury, the tethers that fray
Fruit forbidden left to rot in vats of prohibition
Cutting a swathe of rampant procelytism
Blindly fulfilling a destiny
The mark of rebirth as his taint
Accursed, the child saint

Child saint

A sinner in chains, for all the pain
Is richer still than a child saint