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The Nun the Witch

So many they were Beloved and dear Here ,lonely on a desert ground No soul around Emotions buried deep under Mind long ago stopped to learn nor wonder Life is just a breath out ,a breath in No values virtue equals sin Damned to be crucified Not be redeemed or purified Words turned into sounds of emptiness Love is hate ,misery is happiness Can't tell which is which The holy is a sinner ,the nun is a witch

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