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| {Of Heresy and Divine Manifestations} |
| If I were an angel, My blood would rain & darken the skies. My halo, a crown of thorns, My wings, broken and scorched. My asylum would be the twilight, My breath would freeze into the shadows of the night, My eyes would be the eclipse of the sun & the full moon rising. Earthquakes would echo my footsteps, The ocean tide would whisper my hymn Lightning would pour through my veins Thunder would carry my voice, Winter, my lonely heart. The elegant wilderness, my soul. The snow of the northern desert would gleam as my skin. The depths of the black forest, the fires of my imagination. The rose, my pain. The stars, my tears, The sun, my chimera, The Son, my corruption The feather, my passenger The Father, my abandoner The Mother, my beautiful whore. & you, my ,my greatest fascination, my awakening, My realisation from dream to reality. |