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A forgotten past, in shadows it resides,

Nearly nil, concealed from prying eyes,

A soul in abandonment, left to roam,

Neglected by the saintly, in this sorrowful home.

Began to write her fate so bright,

Her birth, a marvel, shining in the light,

They called her a miracle, so divine,

The immaculate conception, a treasure to find.

Her holy mother passed away with grace,

Leaving her in the church's embrace,

Accepted by her peers, in unity they stood,

But rejected by the pontiff, misunderstood.

As years went by, she faced ridicule and shame,

In the face of ignorance, a, cruel game,

Fear she sowed, and hatred she reaped, In a world that didn't understand,

her secrets she'd keep.

Daily she chronicled her torment and pain,

A lethal scheme to execute her was underway,

To defeat the demon's sway, they thought it right,

No choice but to silence her heart, seeking distant light.

Now in a box lies her tale (a mystery untold)

In a box lies her glory (a story of old)

In a box lies her memory (a life once bright)

In a box lies her victory, hidden from sight.