Holy Mary, fragile and wary, but mother of god is still rather scary. Virginal birth, conceived without sin is quite a large burden for someone so thin. Blue-winged and gaunt, angels dance on a pin, swinging the spiral of infinite space. Never a trace of that sanctified grace would fall on the heart of a heathen like me. Say can she see, or is she still blind, her angels erased. Infinite grace, forgiveness is not really something I need. Stigmata bleed on poor Mary's sun. Brilliance was not something he ever gave. Still in the grave. Has my darkness won? Are souls really something the angels should save?
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