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My inner holy temple

Once degenerate now pure

Vomited my unclean thoughts

Yet another internal schism

As I bleed from my hands

Never to feel physical bliss in life again

I am amongst him

In eternal stigmata

Consecration of the soul

Eternally cleansed

I bear the marks of the Lord

As the skin tears

I see the angel appear to me

Many wings and eyes

The seraph was Crucified

Consecration