Testo Sculptor Of Lust And Desire

You know I was there
In my mind body and heart
How sacred are you?
What shape has your form?
Did you not rejoice
When you saw that I fell?
Mould me as you wish
from desire and lust
Walk among the herd
All in the image of me
Will you make them bleed
Just to forget it all?
Then the sun will set
And no new day will rise
Will you grieve me?
Will you grieve for me?