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Find peace, 6 feet under 
Harsh wind tears the skin off of her soiled fingers
She's set fire to every bridge she built 
And inhales the smoke that lingers 
She's stroked Dawn's crimson ringlets 
And grasped her blood soaked hands 
As she made love to regret 
And turned shame into a dance 

She crawled on her hands and knees like a wounded slave 
And whispers that this is how she was taught to pray 
Then begs him, "Please, don't think any less of me, because you are all that matters to me now."
He pleads, "God, please set her free,"
She's writhing in circles on the floor 
Screaming in hatred of an unknown origin 
"She's speaking in tongues again.."

He found her digging up the flower bed 
Talking to an invisible stranger about white roses 
And how they've been planted beneath her fingernails 
"They're so pretty, but the thorns grow from beneath my skin,
And it hurts me.."
She claims she can't feel the pain anymore, though 
So it's alright, the scent of fallen petals helps her sleep at night 
She swears, "I'll be fine,"

She falls on the steps of Constantinople 
Running from a crying child
Despite the dirt and decay on her hands, he helps her to her feet 
He says, "Come walk with me."
She remembers the last time she stained his robes 
He punished her by feeding her every lie she ever told 
She follows him anyway, she'll believe anything he'll say 
Wrapped in his rain, she feels safe from harm 
So he is burned by the stars and she is leaving bloody footprints in the sand
As they walk beneath the picture perfect galaxy, arm in arm 

She vows,"That whole scene was just a dream."
There could never be a demon disguised as a priest 
But she knows they think she has lost her grip on cruel reality 
In time, I should tell you, this girl dwells inside of me 
She and I, we still collide
She's like the catastrophic queen in my mind
We pray the memories will fade with time 
But not even the most anesthetic soul forgets that kind of obsession 
This story is one I call "The Possession"
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