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Impure outlines exorcised On wounds uncleansed Shift cloak of sin off shoulders Lustful angels fall like flies Around the stems of sacrifice Darkness beyond the grave Mingles in licentious dance Encompassed with wild hymns Demonic infection glows pure fire Driven into distant lands He is not the last priest To sully bright truths Of the many-voiced monster Distressed heir of hell Seeking rest but finding none Returning to whom it came from
© 2005, Alexis Child
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