She reminded me that "God" starts with a capital;

I've lost faith years ago, but it was a girl that kissed me on the cheek at church during winter.

My spirits have told me to sit down and ponder on the sins I've never committed.

She ordered, "Worship me like I worship God."

"...god?" 

I knelt down with my hands sliding down her hips and my eyes pleaded for a drop of her blessing.

Yet there she was, silent and cold.

Worship.

And so I dropped myself down to kiss her feet.