Her Last Supper

Pass the sauce show me the wine Eden ahead beyond this place of time The plate is empty No taste to placate Serving only a small tab A small piece of Heaven's own bread Christ is not a butler She doesn't deliver the junk food that sucks the men and women down to a level which the Devil is justly fond Why don't we just be satisfied with a small portion an once that is both sweet and everlasting Mother would be proud She created us after all A meal is only as good if the recipe is natural,without the excess grease or salt thereof The last supper was a celebration between the Mother Her daughters the weak-minded gentlemen and of.. the Holy Ghost