COTTON CLOUDS AND
SHIMMERING CRYSTALS FALLING
FROM THE
HEAVENS
TO YOUR OUTSTRETCHED HAND
PALM, AWAITING FOR YOUR
CURE,
SNEAKING UP FROM BEHIND
CRIMSON DRIP
P
I
N
G
FROM THAT SACRED
DAGGER
WRAPPING AN ARM
AROUND YOUR PALE, BRUISED
THROAT
WITH BLOSSOMING LILIES
SPROUTING
FROM THE BASE
FROM WHERE SHE TOUCHED
YOU
PRETTY PINK LIPS RUNNING ALONG YOUR DARLING BODY,
SPLAT,
YOUR BLOOD TAINS THE GROUND
LUCIFER LAUGHS AT YOUR
TORTURED
SOUL,
HE IS THE
GOD
THAT PROTECTS US FROM SIN.
