She was the flame among the ashes. Her evil green eyes pierced my virtue like no other. The gold bangles on her wrist clanged and glittered in the sun, the sun reflecting on her raven hair. Why does she put me through this hellfire? This dark fire.
I can feel her dancing in the wind. I see her prancing without the crowd. Why does Beata Maria torture my soul with this witch? This desire burns within my skin. It is causing me to sin. It is not my fault. The witch ignited this flame.
Kyrie Eleison. Have mercy on me Beata Maria. Have mercy on her. She tempts all my practices, but I cannot withstand. This gypsy will burn in this flame she made if she is not mine. This fire, it burns in my skin. This hellfire is causing me to sin.
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