Santa Muerte
You are a queen to me
I worship in devotion
And I praise you endlessly
I raise you to the altar
This is no trend for me

Gifting you us so pleasing
No need to have a reason
It is a part of my routine
Neglecting you is treason
Your presence felt
and you are seen

Forever thankful for your blessings
You have bestowed upon me
Forever grateful for your guidance
When I am blind
You help me see

Tonight
I get down on my knees
I pray for grace
Then, I go to sleep 💤