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Clean up the saints and wipe the blossoms

Stage a coup in Evangelion

Virginity!

Clay of my mouth: Arise!

Hold seven solar systems in my hand

Kiss them and lick them with my little tongue

God of Love: you granted me a swarm of bees

God of Love: you took the Kaaba through the gash

Swan on the surface: Arrive!

Weeping little cosmos: Announce!

Call of the lambs on the rise

Soft little hand, let go

Child in a cape: take charge

Eyes of the wooly lamb: well up

Bray at the nebula of Christ

Hold my teeming hand