A
howl that heals
The
wounded
A
shriek
Rebuilds
the church
Sanctify
the altar
With
scent of bud
And
birch
Open
palms
Making
fists
Make
me hard
Love
insists
Standing
With
my sisters
There's
nothing I regret
The
wraiths all wanna fuck me
But
they ain’t met me yet
See,
I had a dream of seven
She
tolls
A
distant bell
I
might climb to heaven
But
you know I'm hung
Like
hell
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