Of a white dress
Of a white day
She knew nothing
Of a happiness
Of a straight-white
She knew nothing
She knew nothing
Of her holy halls
Of her divinity

She knew nothing
But to plant her hands
Endure the war
Spread her brown arms
But to feel the walls
Know herself, sure
Learn the twist-turns
And dead ends

Her charity's dead
The color the sun turns wet flesh
Dirt dry

She's the color of dirt
She's a lover of ****
Contention, innate
Now she chooses
Just to spite
The few who sit
Where heaven awaits