She got the celestial bruise on her face
Painting the dark purgatory a sentiment
The sacrificed one was her smearing blood
Whitish, pure and forgiven
Put a shape on the invisibles
The untouchables wind in her arms
The realization of miracles
In the tainted holes of pentagram
She put me in her arms
Tear me into bones and fleshes
That scatters over the shaded heaven’s atmosphere
With the hyper bliss
I’m immersed
And I’m happy
As she tears me into nothingness
She took the new born babies
To the heaven turns hell
To the ground that be our skies
No hexagram that binds her feet
From reaching our sacred church
And burn it
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