Faith the Virus

Faith the virus made love in her jeans
Humped on her hips with a drink by the pool
Stopped in warm rain by a cell phone decision
Her sweet trance now clings to millions of fools

I found a hook, played a line and sank in her
Turned into a crook no longer a player
Not much more than a sucker who dreamed
Playing his time on her carnival screen

The game itself was a bruising affair
Faith was a babe who lived wear and tear
Hope was dry bread pressed into despair
Luck a deep pipe in small forest lair

Three priests were magi, an AOL search
The bright was el Nino first prince of the Church
Whose stone cold hull brought us to this ford 
Since death was a legal form we ignored

Thin is the woman paying the rent
When virtue's a cold bet on which way we're sent
Where hell is a friend that keeps one on board
And heaven's ice caking is Indra's reward 

A crossroads where a sinner is born                     
Has a wound stantion on that we are worn
As gaps in a wheel we peak in a cycle
Direct or at turns elliptical. 

Choirs and organs merge in blue pearly frissons
A star falls awry in a cluster of visions
I wonder that drinking wisdom for sorrow
Its purgings of hope still release my tomorrow

The dark one's a voice who remembers one well
I was a choice who peered there and fell
This is a race to see who remembers
And tends to their choice as my defender.