| Heave spoke to her
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| Celestial voice bestowed upon Resurrection Mary
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| Defiant and Proud
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| The girl speaks out loud so the world my hear her praying:
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| «So You have been here, then I resent your intentions
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| Altered this course of events for which I shall never have the process to
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| Forgive
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| Be still my heart, it shall beat for no other
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| Your judgment flawed with selective prosecution
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| No phantom virtue will control my fate, it is my own
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| And never will you rape me and enslave my precious soul
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| I choose to…
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| Burn in hell, she demands
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| Never to languish in netherworlds of pettiness and lies
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| For there is no rest in Zion
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| His infernal majesty will protect the night for her to see
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| For then, for now, forever
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| The Shaman of Shadows lived within her from the start
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| The beast it grew impatient
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| For when in Hell she shall be no slave, and sirens sing with wicked tongue
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| And her I lay in the throws of anticipation
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| Of the darkest light of legend
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| So secure and welcomed with a breath of eternity
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| Brief is the moment of clarity, but it is a strong as death is certain |
| For my ride will be short, my words spoken softly, in a haze of sprite… |