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desecration

Sickly still heat, baking in quiet peace
Sliding between sweat soaked tweed
And the carpet marked pits on her knees
Her insides blaze as she pleads
Eyes unflinching from the altar
Tomorrow the church will be debris
Today she sobs between screams
Resigned to her fate as the final martyr
It's the last thing she has to offer
What more does the goddess require?
She venerated her name and sung in the choir
She wore her talisman around her neck
And branded her mark across her chest
The icon of her goddess stay silently still
Reserved hollow eyes fixed beyond
Her ultimate acolyte yet to despond
In hours, heretics will drag her down the aisle
And she will witness the cathedral defiled
She beseeches her goddess one last time
Smite the heathens and rain holy fire
The sun shines and lightning doesn't strike
Faithlessly, she weeps and closes her eyes