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Santa Muerte

I worship You

In the colours of your robes

In 24th day of March

I let my Blood, flow open wide

Teach me secrets of your cult

Mark me as truly yours

And at the End of Time

Kiss me gently, take Life back

I know I can ask You for anything

As in Death All Equal Zero

The Holy Death

Saint of Last Resort

Lady of the Night

Yours aspects are manifold