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The developping soul and its self-taught sordiness

Is already embarked on its way to emptiness

In its wake from this dream of orchids

Lies there waiting for you, shades of holiness

Answer me,

Believe your dream is the dream of a thousand dreamers

Feel me,

Touch the wounds of the nails pearced through me,

In your heart you feel a bitter sting,

A sting confined to your stained glass soul.

You fell from grace,

No I don't believe in miracles,

Its the spirit thats held you in bondage,

Lift that curse over you !

I have sinned against you my lord,

Forgive my addictive ecstacy,

Though I am the righteous,

Please take me into your embrace,

Make me feel the warmth of your presence,

Cleanse me from the bondage of this impure world,

Free me from the souls lust.