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And so she stands still, motionless, marmoreal while inside dies withering, rotting organs - pregnant with yeasty, sour, impatience, swollen with a multitude of maggots feasting on her insolence - her actions overly opprobrious her pleas now scurrilous and occasionally costly  offend the ears of the on lookers nobody moves through - they love disgusting spectacles for so is the current mother of our world her love is not eternal more like non-existent her lust flows forth like a torrent of insidious release of how they love orgies and putrid pleasantries - peasants to this royal diseased demonic Queen - I come to make things new - to repair the whole to suture, the sew - together a blanket of causality to reduce the festering corpulence of this disease - to spread warmth and love - an angelic humanity - stretching out strong with Gods mighty sword of healing - sucking away the putrid missense of a false memory - I live vicariously - a martyr for the Lord, heal the queen of damnation the virgin whore, the sinner who sings the song of requiem - but I say live, I say see - brothers and sisters breath - I love thee!