In Mary's heart, a thousand daggers
Bring Him close to you with abounding love
From wounds like sockets, divinity's blood trickles onto your skin
Where it seeps into your veins in harmony

A clasping of hands as Mother and Son
Speak to me though no sound can leave Your mouth

Pierce our hearts as your own
And makes us sob right beside you for the death of your beloved Son
And show us the meaning of this decease as we lay down in decay
Our questions met by quietude, we come to conclude there is no other purpose than this:

That all was put on this earth to adore His corpse

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