Theophagy

Kneel with me by the creek And we'll fill our mouths with wild onions They taste like dirt but fill things up And I crave that wild communion Follow me to unknown divinity We can wade in a river of cream You said all lovers descend to hell But last supper follows me wherever I dream None of you will confess your deaths While my neck is the guillotine You cannot bless me nor what I eat And I'd rather be loved than perceived