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Mary The Virgin

On my way to the pot of golds,

I met the Devil’s very images

Light skin, so cute, and never ages

Sky eyes,  cat gaze of enticing breavages

Her Majesty triggered my deepest illusion

I send messages through the Ravens 

Describing how Mary she is and delicious

But she spoke out beyond such devotion

Maybe in another new world of desire

Where hence arise the need for another Messiah.

Then would you be of the Holy Spirit in loves inn

Just you and I,  and I shall be Mary the Virgin.


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