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she is of judas' blood

struggling with immorality and other
chewing on books of prophet
for profit -- like wooden sticks
freeing her fangs of flesh
fallen behind the movement of humanity
long ago

youth be told
she was of this world before
shunned innocent lamb
and stole the wool for fuk's sake

choked on lover's bones at daybreak
spit up blood
a tradition
haunting whispers
shadow love notes
unsung melodies
voodoo sounds mixed with drum rolls

her theme music -- their cries/her lies

how sweet the sound of the wounded
for her satisfaction they will mourn
26 days
and each year unborn
her reflection is a trick
snatch at the wind for her heart
fool's gold

she leaves sneering remnants for your wonderment
and treads the earth through wind currents
knowing the third day grows near
and the truth will rise
again