A Martyr's Tale

An unworthy and unwanted footman am I,
but I would sacrifice all to be your humble slipper.
Your scriptures, self-professing,
Yet I will still preach.
No relics am I worthy of,
But I will purge, I will fast, I will flagellate
in vain hopes that I may one day be
Clad in your divine sheath.

Ecstatically I bear the pain
as tiny, holy feet tread their
Self-serving crusade above me,
I, prostrate all the while.
Long have i worshipped unnoticed at your altar.
A God who would crush His own minions,
and i, the papal smear beneath your sole.

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