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My Daughter, My Queen
My daughter, my Queen as Solomon said, you are above the crown on my head from rubble and stone gates for a throne Queen, daughter, Queen mysterious home of pride and lust forgive me intrust not what man will give but take what you must Power you wield no doubt in my vein the blood that is cold in warmth you will claim what is your position with faith as a seed man whose fruition is boasting to bleed my Queen my throne thorn in my head blessed of water ancient we shed blackened cough scares in the skin Queen have you paid too much for a sin remember the garden fruit of the sun you offered me there a kingdom undone naked your breast no temple of shame I took of your fruit gave you my name Queen prophetic knowing us so Why you embrace our invisible soul sure, God willed or something the same man of the dust woman the rain Queen of a temple so Godless, until Queen, oh my daughter your blossom would heal
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