Jun 19

The world sang itself backwards and burned the light.
Twisted refrain of maverick sunshine,
Corner the gods in the chaplain's host of respite.

Pray my sin will loom over men of open doors;
Pray its mercy scarred course as papal herald died:
The world sang itself backwards and burned the light.

Cry for Gomorrah — He was just yearning fight,
Condemn Sodom, He to quell the beast of man,
Corner the gods in the chaplain's host of respite.

Ask what ash looks in the twisted duress of fated night,
Mary burned her child in shrouded breast of rite:
The world sang itself backwards and burned the light.

Infinite sky and souls pranced your salt sea,
Her mighty faith and righteous and virgin and free,
Corner the gods in the chaplain's host of respite.

Magdalene of cutthroat thunder and charcoal rosary beds,
Lonely daughter with rose and demon inside her head.
The world sang itself backwards and burned the light,
Corner the gods in the chaplain's host of respite.

Chia Amisola
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Chia Amisola  MNL
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