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I am the fountainstorm from a black heart

I am the desert of redemption

I soar on dead wings of sin

I am pre-nun with a cracked virginity

The arrows of my direction... failed to hit me *

[The arrows of moderation failed to hit me] **

But the ones who came with fear and hate

Kissed me. Deep. Long. And HARD.

The rose that smelled...

[And those who spelled DEATH are SO ready]

Pale as skin and the cheeks of jewish fairytales

[Paler skin than the sheets of jewish fairytales] ***

Is sold upon every soul and body of life - LIFE?!

[Is sown upon every soul and body of life]

And I wonder!

Who sees desolation

Through my eyes, hopes and visions

[Through my eyes, holds the vision]

And makes love to it