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An Urge

Hallucinogenic hymnals; I hear you, you mirror angels as you sit shadowed by candles; Lost to scandals, lost to scandals; An urge to sin makes me whimper; With a vile of Holy Water you touch me with a soft whisper, ‘I will love her, I will love her.’

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