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In times, passion hath become
More any spirit, haunted or divine
hath become the image
And our as the sacrament of it all

To feel for, for her innocence
Loins for lust denied
Just by the of her
Betrayal in my
Just by the of her

Come him
With naked skin
to my God
Then your grace

The you want her
More dismay more
She will be crucified for desires
The sacraments
Of of the flesh

Oh, to me
Who is woman?
Please me, deity of lust

Oh, kiss me, she is god
Just lay with me, she is