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. I have come to the temple Of your body.  I kneel and prey Like a sinner.  The holy water Beads low on your forbidden Tabernacle, sears my touch In cleansing flame, what I do And what will be done is all For unrepentant confessions And penances.  Let me truly Learn the sacraments of flesh Before I bathe in your wicked Innocence and commit my sin At being mortal in your nimbus Chambers, let the mercies rain After the fall of my fellowing Creature, for this night is blood Sabbath, and sacrilege under A Pagan moon and let the dawn In the rising sun of mute morning Be my absolution, our benediction, Let the moving waters enfold us, Pure as lambs, as washed babes, Baptismal.
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
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. I have come to the temple Of your body.  I kneel and prey Like a sinner.  The holy water Beads low on your forbidden Tabernacle, sears my touch In cleansing flame, what I do And what will be done is all For unrepentant confessions And penances.  Let me truly Learn the sacraments of flesh Before I bathe in your wicked Innocence and commit my sin At being mortal in your nimbus Chambers, let the mercies rain After the fall of my fellowing Creature, for this night is blood Sabbath, and sacrilege under A Pagan moon and let the dawn In the rising sun of mute morning Be my absolution, our benediction, Let the moving waters enfold us, Pure as lambs, as washed babes, Baptismal.
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
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