Morning Mayday

I let my yonderly soul drift 
Through the holy emboss
Crucify my sacrileges
Upon the blest Cross
And when my
Morning Mayday moans
I relinquish it with finesse
Facading every facet poss.

Oh My Savior, the Son of God
Why art thou hiding in the cloister
Of my brain?
What maelstorms dost thou have 
To bestow me with?
I have pulverised 
All that tried to collapse me
And in the light of thy aura 
I will vanquish every tempest
With your heraldry.