Intercourse With God
in my lowliness you remembered me
after man had torn wrappings
of my soul leaving only
my flesh to devour
small things withered
beneath my earthly realm
oh how i'd beckoned your rapture
i wasn't as pure as sister agnes
nor sister margaret fruitful an yet
you'd entered me craving my soul
my heart filled with such desire
as i'd prayed for human compassion
pure affection was totally absent
from a broken woman bleeding
my flesh mascerated
shredded in the haste
of a car bomb equivelent
to one rib of man child an yet
you remembered me taking my soul
on a tour of ruinen auf des.via appia
while di vatican called my name
trumpets roared throughout
this granduer of openess
wholeness occured weeping flushed
from mine eyes dining in your diviness
the purity of the holy spirit
desiring me a flower blooming
clinging to thorns blood soaked
matted hair cradled my skull an yet
you entered my being creating
an eternal finding above
the santity and salvation
catered untimely to him
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