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.