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catechism
spinning through the onyx haze
I face my maker hundred proof dread
in the atmosphere, he descends
I see on the horizon a thousand virgins
blood marks there heads
confounded I close my eyes
a jolt to my mind awakens me
I must look
I am commanded to take record
a circumference of insanity
a line drawn in the sand
I dare not cross
conjuring the winds I seek to take to the air
meeting me in the skies he is there as well
an infinite voice booms through the eternities
I will not veil my head
I see you, Sir
take my masochism as an offering
sinner and saint, I am your woman
confined to the mortal
I descend though I rise
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