I was waiting with my newly stitched dolls
Fancy girl colored with pink and saffronic red
Rushing through street
Every human head that passes away
Waves of discourses spreading away
I was like a isolated island in a main tributary
Dark hugs me
My baby shoes aren't dead
Speaking with a melancholic guitar
I was waiting for the big Other
She was icy calm
Her body was chill as like in arctic avalanche
Her eye balls were moving
Drops of tears bleed from her eyes
She is my lady of tears-Mama Mary..!!!
I went near to her and spread the dolls
Her hands are paralyzed
Her body is in a dark grave
Where her body decays and negentropy sucks..!!
Where is she? my mama Mary?
Trauma of a wounded heart
O Jesus..!! come and rest in my womb..!!
I'm a virgin..a virgin Mary
The church bells ringing in the cold December
Everyone sings "Hail messiah! My lord has born!"..
I was waiting in the broken entrance of my church
Completely covered with ice
Misty entropic chaos
The temple was broken
I shed my dolls and went away
Crying like a small kid,moving like broken wind
I search the white lilies
Which i found in the residence of the church
A sleeping bloody Mary
Roaring in trauma
A flower of femininity rising from the rocks of phallus
I raise as Jesus
Up above the sky
I must die and rise
To die again and enter a womb of graveyard
Where cunning foxes roars in night
I raise never with light
But with a immense dark, a perfect dark queen
I raise as Jesus, a black Jesus
As like the smoking pipe that release smoke in a distance
I enter the womb again
I cry in gestation pain of bearing Jesus
I give birth to a child
A false phantom pregnancy
It is the false of false
I'm the dark of dark
The mother of night
She returns again
She hails again
My mama Mary..!!!
She is no more void here
I never more shed tears for you
It is the you in the last supper
I had cannibalized your breast
I'm the chalice
Drink my blood and eat my flesh
I will born again
Again as you
It is you that is me
Or call me girl
Or call me boy
It is your jouissance
I drink in my heart
No worries, my lady
I rise from death..!!
I was raised from a death..!!
Again to celebrate that Christmas..!!!
Where we live as witches..!!!
Together..!!
As queens dancing in glory..!!!
A phantom Christmas..!!!
The rule of witches..!!!
Rule of the real priestess..!!!
Morning tulips of a countryside song..!!
In a lacanian axis of love..!!
Amen..!!!
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