She's the Apocalypse
"She’s the Apocalypse"
He thinks ...
she’s a
Gladiator Gone Girl
God is always in the measure of her feet
walking the thin line, intrepid, she's Ultra Violet, never trips
He’s got it all wrong
she’s no Angel, she's no Fallen
She’s the Apocalypse
He reads all her lines, he trips
He loves all her bits
this is She
He worships
God is a Woman
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm-llb
19.2.20
freedom
rebirth
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