| She slept in ecstasy
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| In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies
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| Freed from Christ’s frigid regime
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| And rigid nails…
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| She was first in church
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| To lick her lips and self-debased
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| Each waking second felt like heaven
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| In the scarlet One’s embrace
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| And at last, clear memories, aghast
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| Relinquished their control
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| All things held dear to the wretched past
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| Coalesced within her soul
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| Madness crept into her sight
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| Though her sinful gaint
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| Spoke of nothing to the contrary
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| Once dulled eyes leaped alive with life
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| Her piece of broken mirror
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| Barely recognised
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| The worm was turning
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| For here sat grinning Victoria
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| Who, no three weeks ago
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| Was flogged red to euphoria
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| For her dour love of God
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| And the ardour of his crows
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| Cold cloisters kept the dead apart
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| At the Retreat of the Sacred Heart
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| She stepped in ecstasy
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| Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies
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| Freed into love’s reacquainted dream
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| And sudden gales…
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| Night grew sultry late September
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| A man came from the village
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| Through the woods
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| To help with harvest
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| She was burning like the fields
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| All her vows lay unfulfilled
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| His name was Isaac, silent, blessed
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| A mute whose tongue impressed her lately
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| But now red skies darken
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| The rooks lament
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| Windswept maelstroms harken
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| The approach of Lilith’s nightmare kingdom
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| The woman in her astral dreams
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| Became more vivid, livid, obscene
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| Scatted on the throne of onyx blasphemies
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| Emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream
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| Darkness crept into her face
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| She stood erect
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| And spoke of riches and their whereabouts
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| Finding in Isaac the need to place
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| A hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out
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| For now stormed the vainglorious
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| In her palace of mass delight
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| Her power dawned victorious
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| Victoria the key, her mind unfastened
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| By flights of morbid fancy
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| Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong
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| Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions
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| Spiking through impatient song
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| Cold cloister kept the dead apart
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| At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart
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| The gate to hell was forced apart
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| At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart |