Ghost of city lay still Under white aurora moon spell Genuflexed the nails I felt During the sunday sermon at Easter mass

 

 

Am I a servant?A rosary kisser I face holy virgin licking my fingers Am I a sinner?Smoke for belivers Am I a liar?Faith in my inner lust

 

 

My hands started bleeding on the marble stair

 

 

Under marian grace I suffer Her desire in stigma plague Perversion creeps in tender cares My pain and wounds so rare She taught me in naked darkness To impart the cruel caress Her mercy'pon my mortal flesh Witnessing on earth

 

 

Be bound to serve in crimson spill Her passion in wales on skin pale My lips slowly move on to pray For all those who wonder The miscreant shall believe The blind will see and the mute will speak

 

 

Am I a servant?Am I a sinner? Stigmatized under marian grace