Holy Ghosted

You got a habit vanish, then reappear Preaching in riddles, then poof disappear A priest with no parish, a faith with no proof You speak in confessions but dodge every truth I lit up the altar, I opened the door You left your robe but not what it’s for Fast with the scripture, slow to commit Saint with a side chick, sermon ain’t it You holy ghosted, vanished like sin Then came back knockin’ like, “Baby, I’m in.” But I don’t do rituals with boys in disguise Or cross my heart for recycled lies You kiss with verses, then fast like it’s Lent Play humble and hungry, but I know you’re bent You think I’m the pew you return to and kneel? I’m the storm in the stained glass, not part of your deal So bless your pattern, habit and all But next time you vanish, don’t bother to call I found my religion in mirrors and smoke And learned not to worship where promises choke