Sister waits in the clearing with Plague and Famine
For the dark red Harvest moon of God's love
To ravage her flesh like a rabid animal
And annihilate the world of man inside her
A cathedral is being erected in her heart by unseen hands
Spires meant to pull suns from their orbit
A child who died is lying on the cold, stone floor
and wild animals are devouring the body in a frenzy
(Kelsey Bee)
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