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ofmyluvers ¡ 3 months
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the flower fadeth
Never Lilith, only Eve, less than equal, full of greed
Holy mother, answer me, if I bleed will I be
Nothing more than an open wound
Dripping dust into my tomb
As I lay where I was born, scoop me up, keep me warm
Place me now on your chest, reciting prayers into your breast
Dearest mother, let me stay
Your sacred womb calls to bay
Jagged flesh, eaten still 
Drink from me and you will
Live forever like I do
Cutting losses, planting new
Seeds in gashes, sprouting weeds
Bless me now, let them see
Your dearest daughter blooming through 
Poisoned thoughts ringing true
Running down for you to see
I bare to you the worst of me
Holy mother full of grace
Scattering down without a trace
Slipping past your loving hands
Falling down to the land
Disappearing into the ground
You leave me alone without a sound
I gather my branches and dig a hole
Curling up, I place my soul
Back into my one true home
Below the dirt, my catacomb
In any case, the time will pass
Sprouting up comes the grass
From my chest the lesion blooms
Sickly sweet and copper fumes
Blessed Lady, will you please
Break my stem and offer peace
Forgive me now for my sins
That is all I ask of Him
I swear to thee that I will 
Be your child and never ill
And once I trespass yet again
Cast me down to the land
This lonely home, I know it well
In my shelter, I will dwell
Waiting for you once again
To lend me forgiveness and your hand
The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever. Isaiah 40:8
by ofmylovers
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