Our Lady of Swords
The milk of human kindness
Has soured to pus and
The steel shock of living
Has degraded to rust
Reduced to zero
Emotive expression
A flatline of desire
A precursor to cessation

Voice a prayer to Our Lady of Swords
For the life you take may be your own
For the passion of life cannot compare
To the passion intrinsic with dying alone

Time is a fire
An all-consuming
Conflagration
Uniting the world
For the only thing
We have in common is death
And its solace is
The only thing remaining
Uncorrupted

Voice a prayer to Our Lady of Swords
For the life you take may be your own
For the passion of life cannot compare
To the passion intrinsic with dying alone

The velvet embrace of
The red-bespattered
Harbinger of mercy
Brings ascension of demise
For the coming of death is the only truth
Bringing its light to the darkness of life

Voice a prayer to Our Lady of Swords
For the life you take may be your own
For the passion of life cannot compare
To the passion intrinsic with dying alone

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