THY TEARS

She wore his scarlet promises
eases to heal of her scars, mended in disgust
she cleasned in the water he has sweat upon
the burn of the cartoon messiahs rust
Seasoned from breathing his word
she has repent in distant fountains
where the silence defens his scripts
and he who hides in tranquil mountains
Feed from the magic alive
the divine tool she bares inside
atop the temple
the prodigal one awaits
to heal of her soul
from the fulfillment of rape
to quest of thee armeggedon
to these final fatal years
have grasped me with thy hate
and filled her with thy tears
Black winter snow brings magical spells and curses
she is forever shrined in lurid fantasies
as christ's ravenous covenant
is gathered to the stake of blasphemy
Mysterious crusades haunt from her church
progressively claiming melancholy
she gasp's for his vestal breath
and struggles to be slave to the holy
Feed from the magic alive
the divine tool she bares inside
atop the temple
the prodigal one awaits
to heal of her soul
from the fulfillment of rape
quest of thee armegeddon
these final fatal years
have grasped me with this hate
and filled her with thy tears.

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